They Have Names – Smiling Flowers

You can buy artificial flowers, you can and they’ll look beautiful forever and not remind you that decay takes possession of the living.
But can you arrange them in order, lovingly separate stalks, snip away thorns, give them fresh water daily, call them names like “lovely”, “sweetest” and “most desirable” and know, yes I say, know, that they receive the words and flourish even as they die?
Say what you want about the expense of a real bouquet, and I’ll tell you that you’ve never leaned in and heard flowers sing when they’re joined like family and presented with honor.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

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23 thoughts on “They Have Names – Smiling Flowers

  1. Dear Clare,

    Nothing brings a smile like the fragrance of fresh flowers in a vase. Now I’ll be leaning in and listening to their voices. 😉 Lovely story.




  2. I enjoyed your spin on the image and find it impossible to disagree. There’s nothing like a fresh bouquet of flowers, carefully arranged in a vase.


  3. Lovely. Wild flowers are my favorite. I prefer to leave them be. But when I see the gorgeous rows of cultivated flowers, I can hear them crying to be taken home. 🙂

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  4. Beautiful, great metaphor with the singing bouquet and nicely different from the dying flower tale. Flowers are merely a plant’s reproductive organs, the plants still live when we pluck them off.


      1. Sorry for the lecture. I’ve been in a not-so-serious fight with my SO forever about this. I love to bring some flowers into the house, he always mentions the death part. Nope, botanist here, not with me, buddy. 😉


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