Are you a person whom enjoys receiving flowers? Perhaps a date, or an anniversary, or other things...

I love flowers. Something encouraged by my mother that always had flower gardens around our homes. Here in California, this photographer over decades has sought out natural wildflower landscapes and also studied natural science of flowers. Many days rambling about in vast expanses of colorful fragrant wildflowers. In this era, most people don't even know what kind of cut commercial flowers have best fragrance. I regularly stick my nose into fragrant flowers like roses, especially during urban neighborhood walks. Next time you visit a Trader Joe's market, put your nose up to the exquisite fragrance of a Washington Lily. Below from our city rose garden.

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My dad told me my mom didn't care for flowers, she didn't like watching them die in a vase and thought they cost too much. That's when I'd grown and was buying her flowers for Mother's Day and Valentine's Day.

Years later, a few years after dad died, I took mom grocery shopping one afternoon and she walked over to the florist dept and said, "Mickey, buy those roses for me. Look how beautiful. I love them. Please, you buy them for me."

No sooner said than done.


(My parents called me Mickey. Don't know why...my name is Frank, but ok)
 
Meh. For two reasons.

1. I probably won't have the right vase. And as @Jules mentioned, having to immediately fuss with the flowers is inconvenient.

2. This has happened to me twice, with different men: Man brings me flowers. A couple of hours later he gets mad about something, breaks the stems in half, and throws the bouquet in the garbage. So giving flowers seems kind of phony to me.
 
We tend not to buy fresh flowers this time of year because they seem very expensive and don't last for long, likely because of the central heating. But, come March there will be all the Spring flowers, especially daffodils, I think daffodils look so pretty in the Spring sunlight :)
 
Yes! My late husband got me roses annually for Mother's Day! I would plant them around the property. When we moved, we took a few with us. More recently, I received flowers from members of my group to thank me for all the years of service I gave to the group. That was fun. I also have given many flowers to many people, depending on the occasion. Finally, whenever there are flowers growing in my yard, I have a tendency to bring some in (iris, peony, rose) and enjoy them.

Here is a video I made from flowers that were gifted me. It is labeled "A Gift of Flowers with Music."
I am sharing it here with you - for those who have never received flowers. :)

A Gift of Flowers with Music
 
Oh! I was a manager in a retail store when the employees all got
together and surprised me with two dozen long stemmed red roses!
There was no reason except to tell me they liked me!
What could be more precious than that?

Roses we enjoy; thorns we don't mind.
 
Ha ha, @palides2021 (and I think others) mentioned living flowers. Not for me, thanks.

I used to attend Christmas dinners where we'd play a gift exchange game. The gifts were silly and cheap, and it was fun.

Then the gifts started getting nicer, and people would feel miffed if they got a cheap silly gift. I ended up with an amarillys in a pot. I had no sunny window, and even if I had, I didn't have room for a plant.

I spent a week trying to find someone who would take the flower off my hands. I finally did. Whew!
 
Sending my mother a gift of flowers was one of my favorite gifts to her. She was bedridden for a number of years and tried to remain positive. Nothing lit her face up as much an arrangement of flowers from me. If you take care of them they last a couple of weeks. It was worth every cent.
 
Iris and peonies remind me of my grandmother. She had a flower garden and grew both. When I was a child she would always send me home with a bouquet with the stems wrapped in damp paper towels. They are still my favorites.

I can't stand roses, but that is another story.
 

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