As you may gather from my past letters to you, I truly believe that anything is better with flowers around. On Christmas Eve the other day, I decided to go down the flower markets along Thompson Road again to get something nice for our humble Christmas dinner table at home.
Pale- looking pots of Poinsettia didn’t exactly spell “jolly ol’ time of the year” for me, when I initially planned on getting one or two of those. I scrapped the idea and decided on doing one of my random bouquet arrangements instead.
One of my favourite people in the world just had a birthday last week and a bouquet of her favourite blooms was in order.
I’d already asked her a while back what flowers she liked best and remembered her saying they were white roses. I intend to keep some form of journal to keep track of what flowers people like. Just so.
Remember when you were younger and it seemed the most crucial thing to know what your friends’ favourite colors were? Just so.
We wanted to surprise two colleagues from work who were celebrating their birthdays at the same time, so it was a brilliant excuse to finally head down the line of flower farms right across the office.
As soon as I entered the biggest refrigerator on Earth and saw rows upon rows upon rows of fresh flowers and their many sidekicks, I thought I’d died and gone to Florist Heaven.
Allow me to show you a pittance of the lushness that I saw: