My best friend got married. The day was so lovely and happy.
I didn’t bake for her wedding, but I did practice some floral skill-building. The easiest part was staring at all the beautiful colors. The hardest part was de-thorning the roses. Roses have to be trimmed under running water to increase their chance of maintaining a youthful bloom, and you have to get rid of the thorns so that more water can get to the flower itself. The thorns steal the water from where it is needed most.
After I stripped the thorns and leaves from the roses, I had to remove the sepals and a couple layers of petals to keep the blooms looking fresh for the next day. The outer layers were kind of beat up already, past the peak of their beauty. They would never have survived all the bear hugs, bouquet tosses and other bridal revelries. Tearing them was a little tragic to me. I thought the sepals kept the flowers looking rustic and charming, but it would have been only a short term gratification to keep them.
Les fleurs were another gentle reminder of why it’s good that I be pruned too, you know, just in life. Get rid of the things that I might think are pretty now, but will get shabby later and prevent new growth. I want to bear much fruit! Or at least a blossom or two.
P.S. My hands are not maintaining any kind of youthful bloom after the trimming, but it was worth it.
P.S.S. Speaking of prunes, the worst cocktail I ever made was prune juice and vodka. Don’t you ever.
“The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of the LORD blows upon it; Surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.”