I love having fresh flowers in the house. Bird doesn’t see the point really, he thinks it’s a waste of money buying something that is only going to last a short while. On this we must agree to disagree. I would love to have enough flowers from my garden to keep my vases full all year round, but I don’t quite yet so for now I have to supplement with a weekly trip to the local markets.
I know flowers are seen as a luxury item – something you buy to give to others or only receive on special occasions – but I justify the cost by reasoning that I spend hardly any money on myself on beauty treatments or nights out…flowers are my cocktails and blow-drys.
I have loved flowers as long as I can remember. They are scattered through my earliest and happiest childhood memories. Hours spent lost in the Flower Fairies stories. Picking pansies with my Granny in her cottage garden. Flattening flowers in the flower press my Grandfather made me. Breathing in the fragrance of the deep red roses that lay dried on my mother’s dressing table.
The first space I could call my own was a teeny studio in Paris when I was 20. I spent what was left of my wages after paying my first month’s rent on three dozen roses that I bought at the end of trading from the flower markets in Paris. I strung them up from the beams to dry and there they stayed for the time I lived in that studio.
Not long after Bird and I moved in together, I went to Tesco one day to buy milk and cigarette papers and came home instead with flowers from the discount bin. He wasn’t impressed but hey, start as you mean to go on! Thirteen years later and he has come to accept that I will fill vases with our last pennies in order to have flowers in our home.
Having fresh flowers around me reminds me that life is a collection of fleeting moments, and there’s beauty in all of them, even if it doesn’t always feel that way at the time. Each flower is perfectly unique, shaped by nature and never to appear again. Each petal, fragile in itself but strong when grouped together. There is something magical about watching a rose uncurl from a tight bud into an open flower over the course of a few hours. And their speedy deterioration reminds me to appreciate and enjoy what I have now as life is transient.
My Instagram feed is heavily sprinkled with photos of flowers. There are probably as many photos of flowers as there are of my children and of food, which is a fair representation of what’s important in my life really. Here are a couple of my favourites from the past month or so…
I would like to note that I was asked by the Mumsnet Bloggers Network, on behalf of The Flower Council, to write a post about flowers and as a way of thanks I will receive a bunch of flowers. I didn’t need much persuasion to write about flowers though really.
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