I couldn't resist buying some anemones yesterday... Just eleven poker-straight stems, all a shade of deep purple and in tight bud, even though I know full well they do not provide the slightest hint of fragrance, which is normally the appealing factor that leads me to put my hand in my pocket, to buy flowers.
There is something attractive about how anemones open and bloom when in water. I am fascinated by how each stem curves or bends to create an overall cupped-hands shape, once in a vase. The light seems to determine how each flower opens or the immediacy of its' opening.
I couldn't help notice the houses opposite were gleaming as the early morning sunshine was projecting upon them having fought its' way through the aftermath of a frost. The morning was bright and my anemones enhanced that glow, besides being so welcoming, as I took a grip on today.
Anemones have been described as the symbol of love and daintiness - how come? I can believe that of Freesias, as they are so dainty with a most delicate and refreshing, room-absorbing fragrance.
I have made a decision to make time to select freshly cut flowers for my home - a piece of my puzzle that I have allowed to go missing!
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