JOURNALS OF THOUGHTS

The flowers grew on me

I watch in movies the scene with flowers before the date, the proposal, the aisle leading to love beginning, tossed bouquet. All the crochet of colours reflecting tenderness. Roses with thorns, lilies, peonies, daffodils, orchids, carnations, hydrangeas, Dahila, Iris... I read deep pink rose means gratitude, blue means mystery, orange fascination, and burgundy- devotion. If… Continue reading The flowers grew on me