Me frantically picking mayflowers...Ok, so obviously I may have had this weird preconception that flowers are free for everyone since birth. Being able to pick anyone's flowers wherever I went also didn't quite help curb this urge.
Yay flowers!!!I think I just realized that maybe this might be a problem. Even after moving to various cities my urge to pick flowers didn't abate. It was like living in a city, which would obviously entail different social rules regarding property of nature since, didn't phase me. I'm pretty sure I randomly picked flowers throughout my undergrad in Fredericton.
While living in Montreal there were a few evenings walking (ok stumbling and giggling) home with friends that I would stoop by newly planted flowers and do a walk-and-grab, roots and all. I planted the pretty white flowers on my balcony and no one knew any better.
In Saint John it was a middle of the day walk-and-grab. Andrew was a bit traumatized. I reasoned that it was a government building, so technically we paid for the flowers anyway. I planted those too.
Every time we go to the Farmer's Market I just can't bring myself to actually PAY for flowers. I mean, what a silly expense, I could just go PICK some (where, I have no idea).
In the past few weeks Halifax has been filled with the most beautiful tulips. They are everywhere! Taunting me with their beauty and the fact that I'd probably get in trouble if I JUST PICKED ONE.
Ok, I am officially a weirdo flowerklepto. Officially.
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