Jan 29 2009
More on the Blues
Sometimes, like Peter Allen used to say, I go to Rio. Although to be honest, my Rio happens to be castles in England and Ireland. I like to take that escape hatch to the green fields, blue skies and open air. With sheep grazing by my feet, I take a long deep breath and smell the early spring flowers, so heady and delicious. It feels like going back in time when you think about the lovely cotswold roofs surrounded in mist from the moors…
Although I cannot afford to head over to England just now, one way to take that kind of vacation for the senses is to visit a greenhouse filled with flowers in the middle of the winter. The sun beating through the glass onto the ripe red and yellow rose petals is a wondrous treat this time of year. And many of the greenhouses are preparing their bounty for Valentine’s Day, which is only a couple of weeks from now.
Even less time consuming, stop into a florist shop and take a big whiff and enjoy the freshness for a moment or two. It will chase your blues to the back of your head for a while.
