Can you remember the last time someone bought you flowers and how it made you feel? I bet a lot of women can remember the first time they ever received them. For me, there is nothing that says love, appreciation, congratulations, romance, condolences or thoughtfulness like flowers.
I remember when my parents sent me my first bouquet for my 16th birthday. Previously, I could never understand why people liked receiving flowers so much. It was beyond me why anyone would covet something so frivolous and temporary. But at 16, I thought I finally understood the appeal.
I loved that for a moment, they could stop time. Any time I glanced over at my desk where the vase sat, I literally stopped to smell the roses. I thought of home and the people I loved. I would take a break from my school work to jump off my bed and take in their fragrance and stroke a petal. They made me feel special and important, and admiring their general loveliness became my new favourite way to procrastinate that week.
In the years in between, I’ve received a lot of flowers from my students. Whether they have been extravagant bunches, or a lone hibiscus that my cheeky six-year-old plucked from the garden right outside the studio, they have never failed to lift my day or my spirits. I’ve always felt appreciated because someone thought I was worthy of what is arguably nature’s most beautiful gift.
At the beginning of this year, on our first date, my boyfriend gave me a bunch of flowers. The flowers themselves may have been ephemeral, but I’ll never forget the way it made me feel to receive them. Every time he’s given them to me since is filed away in my memory as a special moment- so much so that I’m sure in another 10 years, I’ll still be able to recall them.
With blooms aplenty, spring is nature’s way of ensuring the world gets a dose of happiness, love and affection. What better way to immerse myself with those memories and emotions than a spring picnic with my best friend, surrounded by flowers and wearing PANDORA’S new collection. They have expanded on their Poetic Blooms range from last year, to the point where I feel like I could have a virtual bouquet of blooms on my fingers or around my wrist. If I thought I loved the feeling that receiving a bunch of flowers evoked, having a permanent, wearable reminder has increased everything ten-fold.
I feel that the best presents aren’t tangible. Time, attention, love, affection and friendship are all feelings that can be fleeting, but when they’re said with flowers, especially the kind that last forever, the memory always lingers.