What a powerful bunch of pedals you have!

               

I’m sitting at my dining table looking at a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from my lover. I also just finished a workout and topped it off with a bag of chips, so maybe it’s the endorphins combined with the high salt content, but my mind just got all philosophical on these Lillie’s ass.


Why do we enjoy getting and giving flowers?
 
1) They’re a symbol of endearment

and

2) They’re absolutely beautiful

But most of all…

3) They speak!

Despite the fact that admitting this makes me feel like a desperate hoarder, I keep all of the notes from flowers that I’ve been sent over my lifetime. In fact, one is in my wallet right now.

It’s kinda cool when you think about the fact that the gift of flowers is a way to express a message louder than saying it, even when there isn’t a note with them. From “I’m sorry I ruined your life” to “I love you” to “I’m proud of you, Kudos” to “Thanks for the sex” to “Get well, it’s annoying having you sick” to “Look at how good I am at greeting you when you get home,” they can say anything you want. But with flowers, you get to say things a lot louder than if you actually just literally said them. Flowers are more like yelling what it is you want to say.

Except yelling is obnoxious and flowers are nice, sweet and often fragrant.

Flowers are an intangible bunch of items you look at that have the ability to alter human emotion or instigate a desired reaction.

I think the gift of flowers is a super neat human phenomenon. Way to go mankind.

H is coming to Chicago this weekend. #ohbaby,

-C