I’ve never much been one for liking Valentines Day. Funny that, because I’ve always very much liked love. Maybe I rebel against the steroidal materialism and waste that oozes from this holiday. Or maybe, I am just being stubborn and would much prefer to celebrate love in my own way, in my own time, without the forcefulness of it all.

Honestly, I think I am so awkward about this holiday because I feel that it should be a love day everyday. Authentic, honest, generous love.

Vomit? Not so much. I do. I love love.

So I’ve given in to the holiday and my exceptional cynicism, and am celebrating my love for my love with an evening picnic by the river. Hooray! And to add to the celebration, I wanted to share with you all the beautiful process that is the art of drying roses. Just in case you would like to make your love day last just a little longer… Happy love day. xx