It is almost impossible to describe how much I love the weekend.
Two perfect days to wake up late, go out for brunch, indulge in carbs and shop for flowers.
I find this last activity almost therapeutic.
It used to bring me a lot of joy when I was younger to go and pick fresh flowers with my dad after a delicious breakfast. We had a little routine you know, I used to wake up very early on satirday and he would make me a fruit cocktail. Then I would put on a nice dress and we would go to his favourite spot in the city for breakfast... In case he hadn't already prepared me the best french toast I've ever eaten. Afterwards we would go to grab an icecream and have a stroll at the park where we would pick some fresh flowers.
I like gerberas, pansies and roses as well, however hydrangeas were the ones that caught my eye this week.
It was a pretty good day among lovely people, great food and simple little things that painted a smile on my face.