Today I found myself standing before a bouquet of peonies, the soft, layered, impossibly fragile kind. Its odd how flowers emulate feelings we dont understand. Red roses still seem to me like unspoken confessions and because life has been so serious lately, tulips offer a kind of quiet joy that seems appropriate; they remind me of new beginnings.
White roses quiet the din; hydrangeas fill the space with presence, plump, easy, grounding. Perhaps thats why the gift of flowers never goes out of fashion. Whether its a birthday, anniversary or just that sweet gesture for someone you wish to bring cheer into life, flowery beauties manage to say everything without any utterance.
I was already scrolling back through Karaz Flowers�past the pink roses, past peony bouquets and all those perfect tulip charms. Each one seems another shared moment. I wont overthink it and will send a text tomorrow.
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