If You Send Flowers

The selling of flowers has to be a fairly lucrative profession, at least judging from the prices of bouquets these days and the number of occasions for which one is expected to send them.  It is such an ingrained custom that very few people seem to question it.

I do, however.

Certainly this must be part of why I am not in a relationship in which someone brings me flowers.  (Well, not really, but it sounds amusing to put it that way.)  Even if someone gives me flowers after some theatrical production it seems quite an accomplishment for me to actually manage to get them in some water in a vase before they are more dead than they already were when handed to me as a token of appreciation.

I must have an unusually morbid sense of humor.  (Or maybe it's just that reading Through the Looking Glass has led me to view flowers as more alive than one would otherwise.)  For there was a time recently when I distinctly remember the thought passing through my head—and it may even have crossed my lips—comparing the giving of flowers to someone saying to me, "Take the decapitated heads of my enemies as a sign of my love."  All right, so I was being rather dramatic.  It happens on occasion.

You see, I have never been good at receiving, whether it's flowers or compliments.  Humor can be a good cover for that.

Yet the other day a good friend brought me some.  I very much appreciated her gesture of kindness.  Perhaps it may cause me to change my perspective somewhat on the time-proven custom of giving them.

Flours: Almond, Coconut, and Rice

Or perhaps it may cause you to change yours?