A little act of courtship? The start of a secret love affair with yourself? (A neglected part of yourself perhaps?)
Romance, like beauty, is very much in the eye of the beholder I am sure.
Extravagance feels very romantic to me. I can remember as a child the first daffodils coming into the local shop and my Mum saying No, we would have to wait until they got cheaper before we could have some. I can remember walking away from them, feeling them calling me. I must have been six or so.
Do you buy a bunch with your weekly shop? I used to get home and before I did anything else, find the right vase, arrange the flowers and put them in the middle of the table. Then I would unpack the shopping and try to make the house live up to the flowers!
Or order some scented narcissus from the Scilly Isles or Carnwall. I sent some as Christmas presents this year.
I am spending very little on flowers this month but I am having a bouquet for Valentine's Day. One of those ones I almost swoon over before thinking How can anyone pay that for a bunch of flowers? Well, I am paying that for a bunch of flowers this February!
So if the sky falls in that day you will know it was me ...
Will you buy yourself flowers this week?