When I was a child my parents did not spend any energy into flowers. My mother was allergic to almost everything under the sun and if someone made the mistake of giving her flowers for a gift, she would thank them for the gift and then put the flowers in my father’s den, where the door was always closed from the rest of the house so the only person that got any enjoyment from the flowers was my father.
My first trip to a flower store was amazing – all of the wonderful aromas, and the beauty of the flowers was almost overwhelming! I knew that I couldn’t buy any flowers to bring home because of my mother’s allergies, but I saw a small dish garden made of cacti and succulent plants and I bought that and brought it home, along with a book about plant care.
That began my love affair with plants and flowers. I read that book cover to cover three times, and then checked out every book in the library that I could find about plants and flowers. I became a walking encyclopedia about the subject. One of my fantasies revolves around having my own greenhouse full of flowers uk, not to sell them, just to enjoy them for myself, being surrounded by things of beauty and heavenly fragrance.