Last weekend my flat mate bought some flowers. In fact, he had a little bit of a flower overload. It's over a week since we were at the market. A week since the temptation to indulge in flowers. The house still has vases of flowers.
On the table is a bunch with white, pink and purple flowers. It's the flowers in the corner that are invading my thoughts right now. The irises have long since past their best and relegated to being a memory of vivid purple with white and yellow highlights.
The scent of the oriental lilies are strong and invading. I love the scent and I think that any woman who would ewar such a scent is full of confience. I would love to be able to wear this scent, but I think that it would be overpowering.
An oriental lily is beautiful. These are white with pink flush on the inner leaves. Stunning.
I wonder why does their scent remind me faintly of funerals?