His mom used to teach flower arranging, and he took his first class in that fine art with her, after learning that a young lady he was interested in was also taking the class. He was a teen, then. He is a master, now. He used tropical flowers—birds of paradise, red and white anthuriums—to create the arrangements, which were beautiful, more so than I have managed to capture here. I will try to get a better photo of them on the altar tomorrow.
Later, we joined our friend for lunch in the outdoor court of Harlem Tavern, and sat under a red umbrella and watched all of humanity walking by, every description of human, while a New Orleans style band played. But it was the sky I wanted to capture, so blue it was. I believe spring has arrived.
And then, when we came home, my husband declared himself in a way that made me cry, I won't share it here, I will only say it was everything, and then he gave me this Faberge-style purple-enameled egg for Easter, and I love it so, and I love him so.