Lavender roses are stunning...
Among my favorites are Tulips, Lilies, Daisies, and Roses (pink, yellow, coral, white......red is probably my least favorite color of rose, just because it's everywhere.) Not as fond of carnations - to me they just aren't as fragrant.
I've always liked mixed bouquets - the more colorful the better. They make the whole room smell nice.
Nothing like getting flowers from a nice gentleman. Especially for 'no reason other than thinking of you.'
And as for my likes and dislikes, who am I kidding? I'll take any flowers, any color, any day - it's the thought that counts!
Planted old fashioned irises and roses everywhere, I don't like a lot of the modern hybrids because they aren't scented. Any flower is beautiful, though, I'm going to try putting in some scarlet runner beans this year for the flowers and the beans. Sweet potatoes actually have a really beautiful flowering vine that looks like purple morning glories if you let them go.
Flowers are incredible. What a lift they provide. Memories of mountain meadows filled with wonderful color. Memories of prairie flowers raising their colorful faces to the sun. Memories of gardens planted to please. Memories of giving May flowers to the little lady across the street. Memories of receiving flowers from the little girl next door. Memories of giving flowers to the one you love. Pleasant memories all bringing us to smile.
I am not much of gardener. Not one that understands what plant goes in what soil, in what location, and what time of year. How to use the location to grow the "best" and to provide continuous color throughout the season. But thank God for those that do. Our kitchen tables are better for them. Our property is better for them. Our humanity it better for them.
I sometimes plant flowers in alleys and on foreclosed lots. Just a flower or two. Over time I find some flowers have found someone who noticed and cared for them. I have witnessed little children picking them and taking them home to their mothers. They speak to good.
Helen how to pick a favorite? I do not discriminate. They are all so comforting. Gentleness in a sometimes harsh world. I do so like cosmos. They are a metaphor for a woman. They are sweet looking with small pastel blooms. So seemingly fragile. So feminine. So pleasing of form.
Like women they can be tough. Give them a place to stand and they will flower beautifully. In poor soil. Without much water. In terrible heat. They will stay in bloom all season. After other flowers have come and gone. Showing grace and providing color right up to the first truly hard frost of the season.
Yes I likeflowers.