Growing up I guess you would’ve called me the tomboy. Instead of picking flowers and wearing dresses, I preferred rolling around in the mud and playing ball with the boys. I lived for dissecting bugs and skinning my knees. So receiving flowers? Bleck. No.
I’m in my late twenties now, and time doesn’t seem to move as slow as it used to. Now, time is a rapid-fire, fast-paced rocket ship, and I’d do anything to slow it down. Turns out that buying yourself flowers is a pretty good way to do that, which means there’s a reason why the phrase “stop and smell the roses” is a thing.
There’s something that happens when you pick out flowers, especially from a local vendor or a farmer’s market. Stress is relieved, smiles form, and magic happens. If you think your soul might benefit from some fresh flowers (IT WILL) then be sure to check out KC Bloom Co. A good friend of mine recommended them to me and WHOA, my heart nearly lept out of my chest the first time I visited their cute mobile flower van.
If you’re local to KC, do yourself a favor and check out the best flower shop on wheels. I promise you won’t be disappointed!