The Hubby just reminded me this weekend that when we were newlyweds I emphatically declared “Don’t EVER buy me carnations! They are a waste of a flower!” Seriously? What a loser comment to make!
Back then a carnation was a white flower that had been put in artificial coloring to turn it an unnatural shade of turquoise blue or leprechaun green. It was the cheesy red flower I got on Valentine’s Day in Jr. High from a prepubescent boy who declared his love to me with a single, crushed flower atop a long bumpy stem.
Now, however, I see carnations differently. In just the right shade of blush pink, carnations are the ruffled blouse of an afternoon tea or the frilly dress perfect for a late summer date. When grouped together, a mass of flowers in view, layered like sheet after sheet of tissue paper, the effect can charm the pants right off the very girl who made that snobby comment so many years ago.
So, I’m sorry carnations, for calling you a waste of a flower. Please forgive me for judging you unfairly. You are inexpensive, lovely in every way and dainty-as-can-be. And today you will be the means by which I build another woman up.