Are my vice. Amongst others, but this is certainly the prettiest. Since I was 16, when I left home, I've bought myself flowers for my house each and every Sunday, almost without fail. No matter how poor I am, or how messy my house, or what season it is. My standard is white lilies (they smell so lovely), but I occasionally mix it up - crumbling, blowsy cream roses, or eye-popping pink tulips. I've killed each and every plant or herb I've ever had, so it's really the only option.
