I want to talk about
the “F” word… that’s right… Flowers. In
my world, flowers fall under the “f-word” category. Being that I am a human female and the
majority of the human female population loves flowers, this makes me a bit of
an enigma. The fact is I’m not completely flower adverse, I’m just more
unaffected by them.
That being said, there are some flowers I do not like at all. One such beast is a rose. I can’t stand red roses and I can tolerate white ones but only if they are dispersed throughout a bouquet of other white flowers.
I am adverse to all
yellow flowers, with the exception of those giant sunflowers that can grow to
tower six feet tall. I like to stand
next to them and pretend I’ve been shrunken down to a teeny-tiny size.
The only flowers I
truly love are white daisies, but not in a vase in my home. I like them growing wild.
Wild flowers that grow
freely in the mountains, adding splashes of color across the hillside are
pretty, but I have no desire to pluck them and shove them into a vase in my
home. In fact, I despise flowers in my
home. I don’t like the smell of any flowers
and all they do is sit there in a vase filled with water that is slowly
stagnating, eventually to spew their petals and leaves all over my countertop
or table. That equals more clean-up work
for me, and I’m not seeking out more things to clean. What’s more is that they remind me of illness
and death. Maybe that’s because the only
time I ever give or receive flowers is usually when someone is hurting or
mourning.
My mother and my aunt
both have lovely flower gardens and they work their butts off to make them
beautiful. They’re always outside
digging, weed pulling, potting, watering, testing chemical levels, etc. It’s exhausting. I acknowledge the serene beauty of all of the
colorful flowers, but is it worth the blood, sweat and tears that goes into it?
It is worth the back pain and stiff knees the next day from so much
bending? To them, it is most certainly worth it; and as
I see them labor with love for their flowers, I think to myself, there must be
a gardening gene of which I lack. For I
cannot see the benefit of doting over a plant I can’t even eat!
Flowers… for some, they
are fabulous…for me, they’re just another “f-word.” ~
My hubby (& before him boyfriends) always got off cheaply since i am highly allergic to all fragrant flowers - especially roses. My favorite flower is the daisy also.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the occasional floral arrangement on my table but I hate the flower-dying process both in literal and symbolic terms. When I am given flowers I always take a pic because that way they "last".
Kudos on your bravery for admitting what many others have thought.