My husband turns to me from the desk downstairs, his chest swelling up with pride. “Go upstairs,” he says, “and take a look on the mantle.”
“Okaay,” I say slowly.
I survey the scene dispassionately.
Fragrant, full-blossomed roses –
which he knows are my favorite flower –
set on the marble shelf in an old hand-blown bottle from his great-grandfather’s days as a doctor,
the whole of which creates the most charming effect. He knows I’ve had a really hard day.
Then I step outside and survey my roses bushes as they are now.
And confirm my suspicions upon closer look.
He later objects to my lack of enthusiasm over his floral offering. “Now you’ll know not to expect roses on Valentine’s Day!” he spars playfully.
Without missing a beat, I retort drily, “Don’t worry. I never do.”
In all fairness, this little post is just for fun to tease my husband. And to show you my Copenhagen roses.
But how about you? Do you accept cut flowers, or must they be stemmed and wrapped and accompanied by a florist’s card?
I love the roses and the bottle. They really do work beautifully together.
My husband is a tree surgeon, and he occasionally works on flower beds as well. He has been known to bring me home some cut flowers.
I love that your husband is a tree surgeon. They do need special care.
Awww…what a guy. We have all but one rose in my garden. It looks all alone out there. I think I just might cut it and let it grace my bedside table. And I’ll ignore the fact that my husband has allergies…because I’m a good wife like that.
Such a sweet wife. 😉
I would accept either kind at this point. (stated in equal amounts of love and jest towards my hubby). Truly I would.
:-))
Your husband’s a gem, btw. Not to mention funny. 😉
Alright, let me send a message to him. (Just kidding).
Your husband meant well 🙂 I love flowers and accept them any which way they come. 🙂
Yes he meant well. He was actually worried when he read my post that I wasn’t happy in spite of my teasing, but I assured him it was just a blog post and nothing more.
You guys are so adorable.
Your roses are gorgeous.
I’ll take flowers any way they come.
Though I made the mistake many years ago of telling my husband that store bought flowers are overpriced and a waste of money. 🙂
Oh noooooooo. Eat back those words. Flowers are nice, even overpriced.
He picked you flowers and put them in a vase for you because you had a hard day! Sounds like he’s a keeper, even if they were your flowers. 😉
Yes ma’am! You’re right about that. 😉
I don’t have anything nearly that lovely growing in my yard, so it’s not really an issue. I rarely get flowers, though it’s a wonderful treat when I do 🙂
I know – that was the reason for my dry comment. It’s super rare when I get flowers, even for Valentine’s Day.
I’d take cut flowers just as excitedly (maybe even moreso for the personal effort) as purchased ones… though if I had a beautiful rosebush in my yard, I might like to let it keep some flowers for me to admire outdoors as well! But so sweet!
That’s just the thing – I loved seeing those roses out there when I opened the door, but he thought they drooped too low.
I like to get flowers about one a year. To be honest, dealing with giving them water and getting rid of them when they are dead kind of takes away the joy for me. I prefer to see the flowers in thier natural habitat, out in the yard.
Hi Kim! Thanks for visiting. 🙂 I get what you mean about having to clean up dead roses – such a joy-kill.
Aw, that’s beautiful. Most of my flowers come from the gas station. 😉
Hey, that’s better than nuthin.
My guy brought home two potted chrysanthemum plants from the grocery store a few weeks ago. I think mums are one of the dumbest-looking flowers– so cultivated, carefully dome-shaped, almost artificial looking! But they both bloomed at once, while my parents were visiting, and I have to admit they were visually quite stunning.
Sometimes we can get a surprise in a mundane potted plant – I have too.
Oh, they’re beautiful!
And think of the effort!
I say he gets the win! 🙂
Okay Galit. I humbly submit. 😉
I don’t care about the roses–I want that bottle! 🙂
It is cool, isn’t it? 🙂
I love to have fresh flowers at home, but I don’t buy them often enough for myself. The bodega around the corner has a gallery of cut flowers that wrap around the side of the building. Just walking by the smell is heavenly and intoxicating.
I know! The bodegas in Manhattan and surrounding always have really great flowers. And you know they’re good when you can smell them as you walk by.
DOH. I thought only kids did that! Oh, well–a gorgeous result nonetheless.
You’re so funny. Yes, my husband can have those boyish impulses (like cutting flowers to impress his wife).
It was the “hand blown bottle” that blew me away. I rarely get flowers, so I’ll take what comes, but if I actually RAISED flowers I might be irritated. Funny though, Matt just gave me flowers and I’m working on a post about it 😉
To give him credit, the flowers were getting kind of long and saggy. I can’t wait to read your post – I hope to get caught up on my friends’ news today.