February, my favorite month
This morning I dropped by to pick up flowers from a local wholesale florist, which is my routine before most work events. They always have an affordable and wide selection of flowers, and the staff — a group of guys who remind you of your friends’ dads — are consistently friendly. When I realized as I signed my receipt that it was the first day of February, perhaps the most busy month of the year for a florist, I asked them if they were ready for the big holiday in a couple of days. He commented yes, he thought they were ready… especially because Valentine’s this year falls on a weekday, so they’ll receive a lot of customers who want their loved ones to get flowers at work.
“But you’ve got to have the red roses,” he said.
When I commented on their beautiful selection of carnations and asked if those were commons too, he replied, “Your run-of-the-mill Joe Husband is gonna buy roses. Red roses. You’re not a great florist if you don’t have roses in stock on Valentines Day.”
I don’t know why that shocked me. I guess because I’m not a huge rose fan. Not sure why. Maybe because they are so… normal. I actually insisted NO ROSES for our wedding. Too common, too overused, too boring. So very… “Beauty and the Beast.” Why not use jasmine, or mums, or daisies? Tulips, daffodils, or zinnias? Honestly, though, roses are quite pretty. I don’t have to be a turkey and turn up my nose at something that everyone likes. Maybe everyone likes them for a reason?
Needless to say, I bought a bunch of lime mums, white daisies and pink carnations. I’ll leave the red roses for Valentine’s.