My attitude to cut flowers is funny old thing. After all I love gardening, dead-heading, weeding, pruning. I love seeing the garden in full bloom and I’m aware that some flowers need picking to encourage more flowers to grow. Plus sometimes the rain, wind or our chickens damage a flower stalk so I’ll pick it up and stick it in a vase.
On the whole though, I’m not a cut flower person. I mean they look lovely in a vase in someone elses house in full bloom on a visit or in an arrangement at a wedding or on a table in a restaurant. But when I actually have them at home they just make me sad. They arrive at their peak and then you plonk them in water with a bit of food to prolong their life and you just watch them wither and die. Its tragic. Not to mention that in the confines of the house either, and sometimes, both Hubby and I will have an allergic reaction to the scent which is often quite overpowering when indoors.
I remember sometime back writing about my wishes for end of life. I wasn’t being morbid but I felt I should document the things I feel strongly about. One of my key requests was to have snowdrops, crocuses, and daffodil bulbs buried with me and absolutely no cut flowers. I don’t want my relatives and friends coming back to dead flowers, a bit too much morbid symbolism. But with bulbs they will flower and multiply year on year, and my plot, under what ever tree wherever that will be, will live on and bring joy and colour long after I’m gone.
funnily enough i also have a problem with house plants. In a garden I will nurture and tend, water and maintain but the minute a plant is in a pot in my house I look at it with bemusement as it droops or withers. I never remember to water it, or re-pot it or feed it. I’m an indoor plant murderer (remember that should you ever feel inclined to gift me a plant – if it has to live indoors I WILL KILL IT!!! ). It’s a shame really because I actually love orchids but once the initial flowers die off I have absolutely no clue how to tend it to ensure I get new life in future years. I’ve had two sad-looking specimens on top
of the piano for a year! I kid you not, in fact I am going to provide photographic evidence right now…
Our garden here at Cerdyn Villa B&B