Flowers, be mine? / by Jessica Hunter

Sometimes I can’t sleep and I stay up scrolling the internet for flower porn. Really, it’s a problem.

This raspberry apple muffin was from 541 Eatery and Exchange. What they do is incredible.   

This raspberry apple muffin was from 541 Eatery and Exchange. What they do is incredible.   

I’ve suffered from an overactive imagination that comes alive at night (aka insomnia) for as long as I can remember. Getting to bed is a struggle. It can take me hours of laying straight in darkness to finally doze off and I must, have utter darkness. Street lights through windows, they don’t work for me. I need those blackout blinds. Baths are a ritual for me, like a cult, I return to them for solace. 

My daily set-up. I usually end a day this way. 

My daily set-up. I usually end a day this way. 

Tulip fix in a Speck + Stone pitcher 

Tulip fix in a Speck + Stone pitcher 

Our house is on temperature control so after 10:30 at night it becomes like winter camping indoors. I'm currently wrapped up in three blankets waiting to get tired and questioning why I decided to sit out Valentine's day flowers this year. Oh that’s right, I’m one person and it’s wedding consultation season plus all the garden planning for the expansion of locally grown flowers I’m planning for this coming spring/summer and I’m writing a grant that's due next week. 

An evergreen bush growing on the side of the road off Barton St. 

An evergreen bush growing on the side of the road off Barton St. 

Those are just a few reasons I guess, and then there’s the actually celebrating, Sim and I trying to have a romantic weekend away. After looking at the books though, all we can afford is to go to my parents place in the North Country (that's what I call the small town I grew up in because it sounds nicer). So romance will just be a little crowded. I'm sure we'll find some woods and we are going to hit the slopes. We haven’t been out at all this season for a board and we are both missing powder play. Plus this year we finally have the snow we’ve been waiting for. 

Railroad tracks from a walk to 270 Sherman 

Railroad tracks from a walk to 270 Sherman 

Me outside my parents house. 

Me outside my parents house. 

But all of these excuses still can’t quench my desire to be designing this weekend. To be surrounded by fresh flowers in the dead of winter is one of the most sublime experiences. It’s no wonder I’m an addict. You know it’s love when all you can think about is how you can squeeze in time to see each other between the madness.

This is my sister. She's beautiful and a much better person than me. I don't know where I'd be without her. 

This is my sister. She's beautiful and a much better person than me. I don't know where I'd be without her. 

My sister says I'll be surrounded by them soon enough, sick of looking at the ever so coveted ranunculus and so I should enjoy this time of coffee meetings and research. I'm trying, I am, but I miss my garden hands, with dirt between my fingers, the small cuts and callouses. I'm really made for the action. Kinetic. 

My sister should be a hand model to pay for her schooling. 

My sister should be a hand model to pay for her schooling. 

Unfortunately, this Valentines, flowers and I will have to spend some time apart in order for us to see more of each other in a couple months. Often, in love, sacrifices have to be made to ensure a better future.

Lunch break while grant writing. 

Lunch break while grant writing. 

This is a home on Hunter St. I liked it's muted blue shutters. I'd probably never paint my shutters blue but I was drawn to it next to the ivy. 

This is a home on Hunter St. I liked it's muted blue shutters. I'd probably never paint my shutters blue but I was drawn to it next to the ivy. 

Being away from flowers makes me sad. It’s that simple. I feel more depressed. So I guess they are an upper for me. That and the lack of warmth makes me sad. Today I spoke with my mother-in-law on the phone and said,  “I miss the sun on my skin and the feeling of sand between my toes and how soft everything feels after all the grit and dust has built up.” Winters are just too long here, and I think Valentine’s flowers would have helped, and now I’m kicking myself because the next two days are jam packed with everything but the allure of blooms. 

Tis the season for a romantic palette. 

Tis the season for a romantic palette. 

I know I have no right to complain, I’m doing what I love and I get to wake-up and work towards it every day thanks to supportive family and friends. But running a floral business isn’t as glamorous as you might think. It’s hard work, long days for little pay. If I averaged the amount of money I make over the time I spend working I think I’d be in the cents/ hour at the moment. It’s craziness. What was I thinking?

My cats because their love is infectious. 

My cats because their love is infectious. 

A variegated plant that I like but I don't know the name of. Do you? Leave it in the comments so I can be free of wonder. 

A variegated plant that I like but I don't know the name of. Do you? Leave it in the comments so I can be free of wonder. 

Hamilton buildings in my hood. 

Hamilton buildings in my hood. 

I was thinking, I’m drunk and in love. Flowers you have my heart, be mine,

always.  

More tulips because they are breathtaking. 

More tulips because they are breathtaking.