I know many women enjoy getting flowers from their husbands, lovers, and so on. I will not lie, it thrills my heart too when my husband comes home with flower. And again, as many times before, next time I will say that alive flowers would cheer up much more people and for longer than cut off for someone’s joy.
I don’t know why people do not enjoy so much growing roses or other flowers in their gardens or parks but look so happy to get a bouquet of the same flowers. It’s a sign of love? But poor flowers for this sign must die?
From the other hand, flowers are grown to enjoy us. It’s their purpose. But every time, I get flowers, I feel a strange feeling. It’s a mixed feeling: joy and sadness at the same time.
Today, my client came to my office with this bouquet to say thanks for my job that was done a few months ago. I rarely get flowers from clients, as they pay money for my job, so it was a surprise, pleasant surprise, but how many flowers have to die for making me happy?
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Do you like to get flowers?