After women, flowers are the most lovely thing God has given the world. Christian Dior
When I was little, my friends and I would wait for the banksias to bloom. Small white and yellow roses forming an arch over our garden gate. Transformed to brides, the petals were confetti. Petite, and pretty stuff happening in our lives.
“The Earth Laughs in Flowers.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
We have loved blooms ever since. Have longed for spring ever since. My mother planted daffodils, tulips, freesias and blue iris’ in the garden. Hyacinths in pots in the house. Roses bloomed as did my childhood dreams. Fridays were for fresh bouquets.
I follow the same pattern. No matter where I am, the attraction of flowers enhances a window sill, pavement, corner stand – art in nature.
My first ‘real’ bouquet denoting love was in my freshman year at University. Signed ‘Muffin.’ So not romantic – I loved the flowers and forgot about muffin. Did you get a secret Valentine’s rose? I remember every detail of my wedding bouquet. The roses at my children’s christening. Flowers sent by my sister when I turned fifty, in a new country, feeling a little lost. We do that, don’t we, remember the flowers given by those we love and cherish them.
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
– Claude Monet
No matter where I live, rich or poor, my house is filled with flowers. I need them like air.
Poets know about the power of flowers. Playwrights do. Artists do. Any occasion warrants these beauties and why am I writing about this tonight?
“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
– Emma Goldman
Because I could post a thousand pictures of flowers … and wax lyrical about the qualities of a single petal, but I want to say … if you are feeling a little lost, a little down, a little unvalued … I am sending you a bouquet of blooms for you are worth it.
Images: ,jacelyn journey, Angelique Smith, Carla’s wedding