-Nima Davani
Can you tell that these are not artificial? |
After being in this house a few days, I started to notice things about these bouquets that started to bother me. First, one was a bouquet with anemone, a classic spring flower, paired with red ilex berries that would be harvested in the fall. It was pretty, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it, until I realized, this bouquet was not only a silk fiction, but a seasonal fiction as well.
Another bouquet was placed squarely in a picture window, right in the blazing sun. It was strange to see “flowers” placed in a bright, harsh light. I literally grabbed the vase to rescue the flowers for certain doom, when the lightweight vase with no water caught me off guard.
Surprised, I said, “Oh, these are fake…”
Then I looked around making sure nobody saw me muttering to myself about the flowers. This would not be the first time I’ve been caught holding vase and talking out loud to the contents.
Fresh cut hydrangea fit nicely in wine glasses. |
Real flowers need to get fresh water, they may need to be moved and re-arranged as a blossom falls off or a stem expires. They are constantly changing. One of the joys of fresh flowers is following how they change in the night, for me it is a pure joy to see how flower adjusted while we slept.
Artificial flowers just become clutter in a corner, on a shelf or as a center piece. Doesn’t this defeat the whole purpose of flowers? Real flowers need a little attention, but give back a huge amount of personality, color and cheer.
Stargazers compliment hydrangea, in a recycled cream bottle. |
I quietly said, “Ahhh, that’s better.”
Only to hear my partner say,
“Honey, are you talking to those hydrangea?”
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