The Language of Love
Believe it or not, I wasn’t always “in love” with flowers like I am today. Don’t get me wrong – I liked flowers a lot. But the actual “falling in love” happened over the course of the first summer months after I was married. Just a few weeks after my wedding, I found myself included in a small group of my mom’s friends who were “doing the flowers” for another friend’s wedding. One weekend turned into several more because suddenly it seemed that everyone we knew was getting married.
Floral arrangements take a lot of work, much more than you comprehend until the moment you are knee-deep in snapdragons, lilies, gladiolus and Queen Anne’s lace with only hours before show time and you realize you now have to transport them all. And yes, those were the flowers of choice circa 1992!
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