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The power of flowers. The purest utter indulgence of a love with thought. The flower is a definition of life with passion. It lives to be seen, smelled and admired. And when picked out of its earthly home, begins its slow countdown of a simple but vibrant life. When you buy flowers, it is in fact a gift that will die, quickly I might add…. and usually end up in the trash. So why?

Because of the simplicity of it all. You can buy things that people need. Shirts, plates, perfume, but no gift is remembered more enduring than that which is only seen for such a short instance, glorified… and then gone. The feelings that are expressed at the first site of a nice bouquet. It is the fact that the flower is the biggest waste of money and greatest expenditure of simple life.

So people buy flowers for occasions because most occasions need flower to make them special. I say flowers at anytime of the year, are the times that count. They are the moment that bright simple to special. The ordinary to flamboyant. And the sad, miserable, mundane to smiles…. if only just one. Anytime. Anywhere…

If we look at life and love and friendship like the passing of flowers, then we would understand why the moments that don’t seen to need flowers, always do. We would understand that the simplest thing to some, will mean the most to other…