My kind of Valentine

I’d just finished putting a cake in the oven when I got a Special Delivery text from my friend Laura. She was on her way with cupcakes and flowers from this morning’s book club, which I’d skipped. And she left on our doorstep a paper plate of “Spencer's special cupcakes and a bouquet that he rescued from the expiration pile at Target.” Spencer is a well-loved thrifty book clubber with otherworldly baking skills. The cupcakes were divine, I’m upping my exercise routine, and the bruised petals are brightening our window.

p.s. Pay no attention to any dust on the window, but you might spy some blue sky out there. :-)