Autumn Color

A guest. A real, live guest. Vaccinated and everything.

Flowers for the hostess. Awww!

   

When I was given these, our guest spoke of how poor of a selection there had been. I assured him that there were many inferior and these were beautiful. I later told him that all grocery store bouquets are similar: Reminded me of middle school days when one's legs grow too long, too fast. There are bits of beauty, splotches and spots in other places. Things seem to grow at an uneven pace. But take them home, prune and trim, cut off the too long parts, and separate the clumps and let each bit shine and show off their small bit of beauty. Put them all together again and if you're lucky if it looks like they've been to the florist beauty shop. I suspect all the flowers that arrive at the florists start off similarly. 

Besides, I guess being a mom of two who have gone through all the awkward phases we've all experienced, I saw the beauty right off. His urbane sense of style is so accustomed to the NYC aesthetic, this little town's offerings seem somehow less. But I assure you, as a person who never gets flowers unless I buy them for myself, I loved them from the start to the finish and am so grateful for the generous kindness with which they were offered.