Aside from moving furniture, nothing can instantly and easily transform a room like flowers. My love of the colorful sprouts runs deep. Way back when I was about 3 or 4 years old and used to hang out in my grandmother's garden in Greece. I'd spend what seemed like hours just meandering through it, hiding in tall grasses, making up games with bushes and generally living in my new found world of plants.
If you follow this blog, you know that one day I was so taken by a spectacular looking flower in my grandmother's garden, that I kept staring at it until I decided to eat it. That's right--stuck the whole thing in my mouth. It felt so unbelievably beautiful and somehow magical, that I believed ingesting it would fill me with those attributes as well. I didn't just nibble and chew. I was ravenous for it's special powers. One big bite and swallow. The allergic reaction on my tongue and lips, swelling up to disgusting proportions, had the opposite effect than I had hoped for. You get the picture--I was (am) a fan of all things flora.