All newlyweds know, money is tight when you first start out. Yet, walking past the local florist inevitably meant that a scrambled egg baguette was probably on the menu for dinner (hubby sighs....) There was this little flower shop close to where we once lived that had an enchanting way to coax me in from the rain where I would indulge, not only visually but also in the smell the moss, the Eucalyptus leaves, the peonies, the lily of the valley, lavender and hyacinths.
I've had my favourites over the years, irises, lilies, hanging amaranth, peonies and vintage dusty pink roses. But the natives like the Waratah and the exquisite protea, the brunia berries, twigs, moss, sage greens and succulents have all made a grant entrance into my floral heart. Working with fresh flowers, means never quite replicating a bouquet or arrangement, and I never tire of the anticipation to see how it finally comes together.
I love every step of the process, from choosing the blooms from market buckets at 5am, to laying them out and prepping stems before they all get put together as a new creation. A living art piece, a symphony that has the magical ability to lighten a tired soul. Flowers are gifts and as the saying goes, "A little bit of fragrance clings to the one who gives flowers". Floral designers never quite tire of the mixed fragrance of foliage and petals and water on concrete.
Flowers celebrate life and new beginnings, we give them as a token of love and appreciation (or in hubby's case to say sorry sometimes... and it works....). We win hearts with them and they speak life into cold stone walls. Flowers brighten up gloomy days and dreary rooms, flowers awaken our senses and remind us of our unique human ability to appreciate beautiful things and connect with nature. Flowers take our focus off from the cares of the day remind us of the goodness of a loving, most generous Creator.
I echo Claude Monet " I must have flowers, always, and always".