I am aware that flowers rarely make for terrifically interesting photography, but I came home from work today to find a bouquet (the first one Matt's ever gotten me) awaiting me, and had to document it. Extensively, actually. Sixty or seventy photos, actually.
I had intended to post about the scones I baked this morning, and discuss how I enjoy being up early, but not getting up early, but the flowers take precedence. I am also highly entertained by the fact that every two out of three times I go to type "flowers" it comes out as "flours." An indication of the fact that my brain is usually focused on the kitchen? Perhaps.