I love flowers. From the big splashy ones to the tiny cactus blooms that you can miss if you don’t catch them on the few days they are around.
Snake will bring me “just because” flowers. These are the best kinds because there’s no “holiday” to prompt a gift. He was just thinking about me and buys me some.
He never buys the matched sets of roses or carnations. It’s always a beautiful assortment of different kinds. They burst with color in the vase and show love.
What are my favorites? I have no idea. I love them all–except lilies. Why?
Somehow in my head, they are associated with funerals. I don’t know if they were at my grandfather’s funeral when I was little and my brain made the connection or if it was something else. Whatever it is, I don’t like them. Any variety. Just the way it is.
And honestly, I have no idea what the meaning of any of the flowers actually is. I just know that when they come from Snake, they mean love.
“The world laughs in flowers.”Henry David Thoreau