Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Crepes and Roses
I completely forgot to mention Valentine's Day yesterday, which shows you how much significance it carries in our household. We did a whole lot of nothing to commemorate the occasion. (As Dave pointed out, we went to dinner at Soutine not long ago, and we'll count that as our early Valentine's Day.)
It was much more significant at school, where some of the classes made Valentines and many of the kids were carrying around long-stemmed roses. I guess they must have had some kind of flower sale. Did your school do that when you were a kid? I remember buying carnations for classmates in high school -- pink for friendship, red for love, and white for....something. Hate? No, probably not hate.
I think I gave exclusively pink ones.
Anyway, the school where I work does roses. Some of the kids were walking around with one or two, some with full-on bouquets, many with none. I heard one boy jokingly lamenting to a male friend that no one had sent him a rose.
"I'll buy one for you," said the other boy, laughing, which was kind of sweet even though he was kidding.
Ah, Valentine's Day. Such angst.
For the staff, the parent committee had arranged for a special crepe van to park outside the school and make crepes. So we all went down and chose a crepe or two from a menu of options. I had one with applesauce, cinnamon and sugar and it was good.
I found this little pansy or viola (I can never tell the difference) growing in a crack in the sidewalk on West End Lane. I guess someone must have had a flowerpot out there at some point, and a little seed got into that crack and now, months later, voila! Nature is amazing. It's in a very inconspicuous place and I would be willing to bet money no one else has noticed it. It's my own little Valentine from the universe.