Today I made the loveliest daisy corsage for a sweet little girl going on a date with her daddy. After I tied it on her wrist, she looked up at him and said they were the prettiest flowers ever. I wanted to laugh and cry and kiss her little cheeks. It was definately the highlight of my day, probably longer than that even.
I figure I must have done something good to spend my days inhaling the sweet smell of stock, wearing faded roses behind my ear and entertaining myself with buckets of heather and lilac and lillies. My hands are rough, my feet ache, the shears slip sometimes, but it's so fulfilling that I wouldn't be anywhere else.
I'm convinced, there's a magic about flowers. I can feel it every day I walk into the shop.
I hope your weekend is overflowing with beautiful things.