I believe in buying flowers. There seems to be a bit of controversy over whether flowers are a worthwhile investment. Especially when it comes to guys buying flowers for women--why not buy something that is going to last? You go spend a fortune on some plants that may be pretty but will just wither up in a few days anyway. I mean, what's the point if they just die in the end anyway? (I'm glad we don't apply this principle to people!)
I remember growing up how my mother transformed our small backyard in the middle of town to a magical garden where I would spend hours dreaming and pretending. Playing baseball in the summer had its many danger zones, and decapitating a tulip was a cardinal sin. In fact, there were always flowers everywhere, inside or outside, whether living and thriving or dried and decorative. My mother would drag me to the nursery on a regular basis where she would teach me how to make dragonheads talk and how to bury my toes in velvety soft lamb's ear. I remember our basement as a jungle of hanging rose stems.
