Origins – I’ve always been interested in them. Being from what most would consider the south, I’m quite accustomed to hearing phrases that you wouldn’t run into elsewhere. On occasion, I hit the ole’ Google machine and do a little searching for the things I hear. I realize this doesn’t sound like the most exciting thing in the world, but the dorky English-lover in me feels really satisfied at the results. Today, I thought that I would share the origin of my love of flowers – the very first arrangement that I ever gave anyone.
A simple jar of flowers came about rather unexpectedly. I received a free package of zinnias and planted them. I really loved calla lilies, so I ordered a few bulbs (I thought it would be neat to have in the yard). I grabbed a small package of gladiolus at the dollar store from the bargain bin on a whim – not even knowing what they were. I had no intention of cutting them, but the stars aligned (so to speak) and I thought they would look lovely. Essentially, I feel like they chose me – I didn’t choose them.
The flowers in the picture below don’t match. They don’t fit into the same theme. In fact, I’m sure every single floral designer who saw them would have laughed at them – but I don’t care. I grew them, and gave them to someone I love. That feeling is worth more than any design aesthetic I could have hoped for, and I’m really glad that flowers chose me.
What was the first thing you ever grew? Is there a story behind it? I’d love to hear your story in the comments, or feel free to make your own origin post and tag me! Much love!