My husband is the sweetest guy ever (of course that's why I married him). A huge florist bouquet of lovely flowers show up at my office today (every woman's secret dream - please take note guys - because she instantly becomes the envy of every other woman at work - no joke).
I was going to freshen the table flowers this evening, with a new set from the garden. I am really enjoying my own flowers this year, as it's been the first year I've had enough to cut without depleting the "look" of the garden. I can't believe I have dahlias blooming in late May - early June. And I admit that I'll plant an uncuttable flower over a cutting one if it draws beneficial insects. So the flowering spurges are preferred over a rose. But they are green and they have milky sap therefore I don't find them to present much use in a vase. But syriphid flies love them. And my husband asked me, as I tossed the faded flowers into the worm pot last night, what was I trying to hint at? Really, no hint, I just wanted to wash the vase.
We're eight years married and I love him dearly, regardless of the thoughtful flowers.