I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.
The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.
You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.
Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
I've done flowers and kicked myself. Flowers are so lame.
It is still my dream to own a little flower shop.
Yeah, I was a florist. I went to floristry school.
