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.
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Clare Graith 