Thank you, Alyssa, for getting married …and for choosing excellent wedding colors! Continue reading
As a renter without a yard, I’ve invested in a few pots and various types of edibles that are pot/deck/patio/porch/balcony happy. My two year old columnar apples were getting lonely, so this year we bought some herbs.
I have a tendency to want to buy EVERY herb at the nursery… somehow we managed to finally narrow it down to three: chocolate mint, habak mint and chives. (I like chives for their lovely petite flowers, especially.)
The selfish child in me wishes I had kept these for myself, but the loving daughter in me was happy to share.
As usual, I found it impossible to leave my leftover flowers at home while I sit in a beige and grey cubicle, so I brought them to work to enjoy their beauty, and inevitably, watch them wilt.
When I came in this morning, the red peonies, yesterday having faded slightly to a more magenta hue (one even is nearly purple with white streaks), had lost a handful of petals. There is a scattering of petals on the floor that look more like feathers than petals. The soft cluster where they dropped on the desk amazes me – I look at the blossom and swear there can’t be so many petals having fallen off when so many are still firmly attached.
Again, I wonder at the lives of flowers.
Last week I found the most gorgeous dark red peonies. I’m ashamed to say it, but at first I was tempted to keep them to myself. But shared joy is increased joy, so I was so happy to find an excuse to share them: the 23rd birthday of my sweet friend Abbie. I handtied a bouquet of peonies, viburnm and a few other flowers, and carted them off downtown to the Pearl to meet up with the girls.
Because really, what is a party (or a birthday) without flowers? Or a fantastic feathered headress, for that matter.