It’s the time of year when you can’ t take me anywhere. Not in a timely, mannerly fashion, anyway. I’m as prone to outbursts as the clouds. Rather than raindrops, my outbursts go a little something like this,
NYC spring flowers pop up over night and it’s better than Christmas.
You know those shoes for toddlers? The ones that squeak every time they take a step? In spring time, I am those shoes. I squeal every time I see a bud. Any person in my presence must quickly decide:
A. Aw, how endearing!
B. Jesus. This is annoying AF.
Hey, this weeds out people who will never like me faster than any herbicide they’ve ever sprayed in Central Park.
“You really like flowers, huh?” my date says as I squeal and drop his hand to run over to a flower box of daffodils. Yes, yes I do. Best you learn this now, dear fellow (and remember it lest you ever make me cry). I apologize in advance for every time I’m late this spring because I stopped to smell the roses. Or dangled over a bridge in Central Park to try and capture the perfect shot of pink blossoms.
“Stop and smell the roses,” goes the cliché. I take this very seriously. With a slight, 2017 alteration: “Stop and snap the roses.”
Most of them don’t smell much. Besides, burying your nose into a blossom that resides on the gritty street of NYC is likely to leave your face bespeckled in grime. Hey, I love them, but I have no illusions. If I were a city rat (and I was last week, no joke, check out this post), a flower bed is exactly where I’d want to live.
While I’ve never seen an actual rat in a flower bed, I’ve seen plenty of flying rats in them. Pigeons live to eat the seeds. Charming, right? And still I squeal on:
“They’re so pretty!!!!”
Well, if you made it this far in the post, you probably love NYC spring flowers just as much as I do. Or at least find my flower power obsession as charming as a April walk in the park.
What’s you favorite flower? (Mine are tulips.) If your Instagram feel is full of flowers, like mine is, please link it in the comments. I’ll be posting more flower shots than bridal bloggers this month. Feel free to imagine my springtime squeals at every snap http://instagram.com/newyork.cliche
Happy Spring, NYC!