I hand her a bouquet of flowers in the shadows: daisies, her favorite. A token of my love, a symbol of my guilt. For my sins, my mistake. It is a peace offering, made in the dying light of our backyard.
She accepts daisies Takes them and leaves for good Relationship done
Flowers are blooming all over our neighborhood here in Philly, and I really liked this light purple flower we saw at a park. I did a reverse Google image search and couldn’t identify what type it was. Looks like it may either be a geranium or a hydrangea. I’m no gardener, so I don’t know, but let me know in the comments if you do! Happy springtime!