Thursday, February 15, 2007
I don't know whether I'm the only one who's batty enough to do this, but I go out and rescue flowers from wilting before their time. I rescue them from my garden where they've been damaged by the rain, the wind or both.
I rescue them when I've bought a bunch of flowers and there's a flower or two that has a stem badly damaged, usually very close to the flower head. Then I just whip out my trusty pair of very sharp scissors and boldly go on my rescue mission that I always choose to accept.
As a result I have mini bouquets dotted all over my house. A case in point is my bathroom window here. As you can see there's a very tiny glass bottle filled with 1 crocus, 1 anemone and 2 grape hyacinths.
Silly? Maybe, but this lover of flowers just can't stand to see them gasping for water and not do a thing. ThunderYo are go! (cue Thunderbirds music)
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Alexander Pope, Pastorals, 'Summer'