Titanarum

What is a bouquet? A small cluster or arrangements of flowers says the dictionary. Or a pleasingly sweet olfactory property. Well, yesterday I picked up what was once a bouquet. 12 long stemmed red roses and one single pink rose still in its plastic sheet, had been thrown out of a window round the corner. Scattered all over the pavement I reckon the act was the fall out from a romantic Valentines gesture. A woman had said: ‘Don’t think these can make up for the little shit you really are. Don’t think you can buy me with flowers. Expensive rings maybe, but a dozen roses from ASDA (this year they could be had for £4.99), forget it.’ I picked the sad things up and now, cut short and in fresh water, they are doing me proud. No pleasingly sweet olfactory properties, though, but hey. I’m easy with bouquets, me. If a dandelion flower wasn’t dark yellow and didn’t flop the minute you pick it, I’d be arranging them in little bouquets all the time. I don’t mind plastic either. In fact I’m rather taken with these balloon flowers. 10 out of 10 for effort and thinking outside the box.