I love paperwhites. I love the simplicity of their bloom on top of their forever long stems - and of course I love the way they smell. (Side note: John thinks they smell like pee and thinks maybe I like the smell of pee. Nice.) Moving on, I do love them. They also remind me of my dear friend Bird. Years ago, my mom helped Bird put together a little paperwhite arrangement for her parents. A couple days later, they found out that her dad was allergic, and I'm pretty sure that ended paperwhites in their house for good.
I'm especially enjoying my paperwhites today because it's Bird's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Birdie!
And ps, feel free to protest John's sentiment. I mean... pee?? Let's get serious here.