I love fresh flowers, and almost always have a bouquet on my kitchen counter. I buy them at the farmer’s market or at the grocery store; nothing fancy, but they make me smile.
Over Labor Day, the whole display of flowers at Walmart was decrepit. I figured that someone forgot to water them over the holiday weekend and didn’t think much of it. But then it happened again, and again for a third weekend. The flowers on prime display — what you see when you first walk in — were a carousel of d.e.a.d. blooms.