Your flowers are thirsty!

Just about the best surprise a girl could get in the mail on Christmas Eve!

Paperwhite

I bought myself a narcissus a couple weeks ago. I love its Latin name: narcissus papyraceus. When I got it, it was just a wee tot and was not blooming yet. Now it has many perfect, paper-white flowers, and my room smells a little-sickly sweet. That's daffodils for you.

roses aren't just red

Maybe it's a cliché (ok, I know it is) but I think roses are probably my favorite flowers. But not those things you buy at the grocery store, or even the ones you buy from city flower stands (though I've been known to buy my fair share of little yellow spray roses). I'm talking roses fresh from the garden, English roses, cabbage roses, wild roses, and Rosa Gallica Officinalis.



So it was with much joy that I was allowed to raid my parents' garden last week to pick a big rosey bouquet for my best friend. They are all so so beautiful, and they come in so many shapes and sizes and colors, and they are summer and green grass and birthdays and their petals are soft and you can eat them. What more could you possibly ask for from a flower?