Floral philosophy

I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I don't chew.
I don't do drugs.
I don't go to therapy (yet).
I don't get facials (yet).
I don't ski (any more).
I rarely get a massage (but they're bliss, I tell you.)
I don't spend copious amounts of $ on shoes.
I mostly get books from the library
rather than buy them.
So...
I feel justified
in buying fresh flowers
every week
in the winter.
It just makes life better.
More tolerable. Brighter.
I know this is true.
The end.

How do you cope with the winter blahs?

{the similarity of the shape of this post to Abraham Lincoln is purely coincidental}