Thursday, January 13, 2011
Cut flowers in winter seems very decadent to me; a special treat - an extravagance. And I love it when we have them in the house.
My husband knows how much I love flowers and makes a habit of sending me flowers at work. The ladies at work tell me how lucky I am to have a husband who sends flowers. What many of them don't know is that invariably the flowers are his first attempt at an apology or at mending fences.
He knows absolutely nothing about flowers -couldn't tell a rose from an aster - but he listens to me when I talk about my preferences. So, when I get a bunch of cut wild flowers I know he's especially contrite - and he's given specific instructions to the florist.
And, the flowers work every time - they are the proverbial "olive branch". My icy heart melts and I break down and call him to tell him they have arrived.