The Bud Stop in San Francisco

For as long as I could remember, I have loved flowers just as often as they've made me sneeze. But it hasn't stopped me from gravitating to their blooming petals and photographing the light against a wide petal garden rose or the leaves of a hydrangea. When I lived in San Francisco it was a tradition every Friday to stop by The Bud Stop on Union street and see what new flowers they had from the morning market. 

There's something about the sweet smell of lavender or ranunculus (my favorite flower if one could choose) in the kitchen on a sunny Sunday morning. It makes everything feel a little bit more full of magic.