I'm still enjoying my birthday bouquets. When I got them, I could appreciate their pristine beauty. Now, it's a bittersweet melody symbolizing the communion of life and death. It's kind of a variation of that Mortucia gardening scene from the live action Addams Family movie from the 90s. I'm looking forward to learning how to make potpourri. Also, loving this olfactory journey. If this all works out well, I'll likely rethink my position on cut flowers. Which has been how they're sad because they die. However, I've been getting some great advice to the contrary. https://www.instagram.com/p/CT0MiEHhgT7/?utm_medium=tumblr

















