Photo Diary: Art In Bloom

A few weeks ago with rollover vacation days to burn I did what any respectable thirty-eight week pregnant woman would do -- took Friday off and leapt headfirst into a day of leisure replete with a prenatal massage then lunch and Art in Bloom with a friend. 

What ensued was a quiet afternoon roaming the Art Museum smelling the intoxicating aroma of fresh flowers.







A wall. Of flowers. 

Swoon.








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