Fresh Lupins


Sometimes on our evening walks Scott will stoop down and pick flowers for me. It’s one of my most favourite romantic gestures.

Tonight Scott grabbed a lupin from the side of the road – which I accepted gleefully. There’s something magical about lupins that just makes me think of childhood trips to Prince Edward Island. I always loved the pinks and purples decorating the fields – it’s like a fairy tale.

I love it when Scott picks flowers for me, but I also like it when he carries them home. Because I don’t want to be that weird flower thief.



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