One of the things I love most about New York City is that no matter what time of year you can get fresh flowers 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
This little luxury can be found at most neighborhood bodegas, and is just one of the many perks of living in the city that never sleeps.
When we were contemplating our Charleston experiment, I recalled this cherished fact as I walked home one night. While standing on a corner in our neighborhood I snapped the above photo for posterity and openly wept thinking, “I am going to miss being able to get flowers whenever I want them.”
Here in Charleston most places close by 7:00 pm. (Eye roll)
OH PUHLEASE, REALLY PEOPLE?!? I bellowed aloud (to myself) one night, the first week we were here, as I sped away from the neighborhood “mini-mart” that I had to drive to , so my husband could have milk for his morning coffee.
Luckily he doesn’t mind powdered creamer, I drink mine black and I didn’t need any flowers!
While I never had the need – in the twenty-three years I lived in ‘The City’ – to run out in the middle of the night for an emergency bouquet, that wasn’t the point.
The point was, I always knew I could. A fact that deepened my affection for that tough, crazy, wonderful, town.
Now as I navigate this new city, often a grumble about what I’m going to have to get used to, change or learn to like, I sometimes stumble upon a few gems – despite myself.
One evening after a long work day I glanced up and out of the window right above my desk; it had gotten dark with out me noticing.
Through the plantation shutters I could see, on the corner across the street, the regal Palmetto palm tree, brightly lit by a quaint old-fashioned street light, standing guard over our block and the adjacent lake, as it has every night since we arrived.
When I stood to close the shutters, there they were in all their evening glory, an abundance of white roses on the bush beneath my window.
Fresh flowers 24 hours, 7 days a week.
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