April 14, 2009
these came from a local florist - I had a brilliant idea that they could have more variety, color and perhaps something 'different'. uh...no, they do not. of course this is a florist that has been in the same location with the same staff since I was a junior buying a boutinnere for the prom. possibly the same carnations were in the cooler - you know those things never die.
so...pink or white. maybe they had a baby shower coming up. when I asked about peonies or something other than these the lady with the raspy cigarette voice just shook her head. then, she wanted to "arrange them" - I just wanted them loose. then she wanted to "wrap them"...and I let her. the bundle was sweetly tied up in sparkly pink cellophane and a chiffon pink ribbon and presented to me with the charm of my 87 year old grandmother flicking an inch long ash off her cigarette.
as I left the store, carefully stepping around Queen Victoria's armchair and readjusting the doily as I passed, the wind ruffled the petals of the gerber and a bit of errant sunshine sparkled on the crinkly paper. I took my treasures to my treehouse retreat.
scribbled by Char