Flowers

Not that I’ve received any flowers in recent history, but an epiphany happened last week… I truly dislike certain flowers –and for the most part they’re cheap flowers. Now perhaps this is crazy girl talking but it’s not the first time I’d be described as such!

So where’s the problem some might ask… the problem lies specifically with a couple of varieties, namely daisies & chrysanthemums/mums. You might think if one is lucky enough to receive flowers then one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth but I’m going to be picky here… I think that those cheap flowers look cheap & sad, like nobody took the time to pick out something that suits me. I may have grown up with black-eyed susans and other wildflowers but these days they make me think of things unkempt/untidy and they're something I’d prefer to visit in a field than have on my table. As for mums – they’re the flowers of funerals and thus I’d prefer not to see them in any other context.

Sorry that this rules out the common Dominion bouquet but I’m actually fine with that… I’d far prefer occasional fabulous flowers than the 10-day bouquet. Strangely for this apparent hate on for those simple blooms I truly enjoy roses* which are far less imaginative or sometimes even difficult. I love almost any other kind of flower… all I ask is that they make a statement.

*I also enjoy the roses that grow up and down my street in the last couple of weeks they’ve all disappeared as their gardeners have chopped them back in anticipation of cold weather.