People give and receive flowers for birthdays, hospital stays, weddings, funerals, and probably a whole lot of other life events. Flowers always seem to be close by for every life event. They smell nice, and they’re objectively just beautiful silently witnessing the event and filling the air with a fresh scent. I know that I say this like a florist trying to peddle an expensive bouquet, but when words are not enough, flowers seem to express the right message.
They’re the reward for gardening all spring. In April or May (I live in Minnesota, so we have to start a little later because there’s generally snow on the ground) I dig into the ground, plant the seeds, and then water them throughout the spring and summer. Some years are better than others, but I’m generally not disappointed. The flowers in the spring tend to be my favorite, but they’re usually the most labor intensive because the bulbs are planted in the fall. They lay dormant during the winter months, and after a long and cold winter, the temperature increases gradually, and there’s sheer excitement as little blades of green poke their way through the soil. A cold snap in April covers the little sprouts with snow, but they tend to grow anyway. Something so delicate and fragile can be resilient if planted in the right conditions.
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