|Adding flowers to my apartment doesn’t help spring fever.|
It’s the middle of January and winter has just started; there’s no snow on the ground, and yet, I have spring fever.
It was 19 degrees over the weekend with real temps feeling between 4 and 10—(this is fahrenheit and not celsuis)—perhaps this is the reason. If I wish hard enough, will it be warm outside?
Maybe I have spring fever because my lovely friend Nicole made one of the most stunning brides that I have ever laid eyes on. I seem to associate a beauiful girl in a big, poufy, strapless, white dress with a warmer time of year. As a hopeless romantic, I look forward to each April, especially after the brutal winters that often happen here in New York City.
|My beautiful friend Nicole|
I add fresh flowers to bring a little life to a greenery-free New York apartment, but Mimi-Kitty enjoys snacking on all plants for fiber. Flowers can easily be relocated to a higher place without shocking them, unlike most plants. One vase is enough to keep me content, so as to not “pine” over the loss of my southern garden.
Saturday, I selected a colorful combination of spider mums and hyacinths. Today the lilac hyacinths started to really open and become full, releasing their fragrance. In just minutes, my throat started to swell and close; my head became stuffed and cloudy; and my face was engulfed in Kleenex. Could I be that allergic to flowers? Maybe I could move them to another room that I don’t use too much…except in 825 square feet, the other room is the outside hallway. After five hours of extreme suffering, the hyacinths have a new home in the lobby of of our building. The doorman is smiling now.
The spider mums are still in my living room, but winter is far from over. This spring fever was a mere dress rehearsal — the real show will go on in approximately six weeks. I’ll shed the down coat, and daffodils, tulips, (but no hyacinths) will be arranged in the Kaler garden on the eighth floor.
|Who has an allergy to hyacinths? I do, but I love them anyhow.|