There is nothing more luxurious to me than freshly cut flowers in the house. In college, I would splurge once a month on a bouquet of something pretty from the Whole Foods in Santa Fe. It made me feel rich when I was anything but (priorities, I know). Later, when I lived in a climate that was warm year round, it was easy enough to fill my space (cheaply) with the bright blooms and sweet smell of flowers I picked up from markets around the city. Now, I have to wait for the handful of weeks were lilacs, dahlias, irises and peonies make their way into jars and vases around my apartment. It only lasts for a short time, these days were a mason jar filled with peonies from my friend’s garden sits on the bar in my living room, but each one makes me smile.