I got my first order for a bouquet. I spent all week looking forward to what I could do with a brief of purple, orange and yellow. I had leanings towards ranunculus, but it’s planting time for them here, not cutting. Eventually I got my overactive brain to shut up enough and accept that whatever I found on Saturday would be it. Zen enough.
one of the disadvantages of where I live is that there is no flower market. There is one grower at our local farmers market, and otherwise I am reduced to a small number of retail outlets, of varying quality and price. I don’t know what happened yesterday but the selection was awful.
I nabbed the dahlias and the pompom gerberas from the market. After that it was scratching the bottom of the barrel. I ended. Up with kale. Not that I have anything against kale at all, but…the only other purple choice available was purple chryssies and I’m pretty sure this client is not a chryssie type. So it all got mixed up with some spray carnations that are more pink than purple, gum, correa and rosemary foliage and a few sprigs of aster.
You can see the quality control inspector checking out the result above. It’s ok, but I just wish that for my first order I’d been able to put hand on heart and say that I was genuinely happy with it. The vase is what I did with the remainders and the bunch of spray roses I bought to cheer myself up over this failure.