Don't get me wrong. I love flowers. I think they are stunning examples of God's intricate handiwork. I love the scent, the vibrant colors, the delicate folds of the petals and leaves. I even love the fact that their beauty is so fleeting, because even though they may wither and die at the end of a season, there is always the promise of a glorious rebirth.
I guess I just hate to see flowers cut, because even though they might make a beautiful bouquet, they just never seem to last very long, especially not for me. I'm the polar opposite of a Green Thumb. I even managed to kill a cactus once. I swear I followed all the directions to the letter, and then one day (about two weeks after buying it), I reached out and lightly touched one of the spines with my finger and watched in awe as the entire cactus crumbled into a pile of lumpy dust beneath my hand. I took that as a very distinct sign that I should not pursue a career in horticulture.
Grandma Luethje always loved flowers and plants, and she and Grandpa had a massive garden in the backyard, complete with fruit trees and a strawberry patch. I always marveled at the way she could make anything grow. One of these days, I would like to try my hand at planting a little garden, and when I do, I hope I can somehow channel some of Grandma's magic After the funeral yesterday, each of the grandchildren and great grandchildren chose a few flowers from the bouquets to take home with us, and I wanted to be sure I captured a little of their beauty while I could.
Tonight's 365 Project is dedicated to the beautiful flowers we love so much.
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