02/18/2023
The naked truth about a florist:
We love flowers.
We love every aspect of the flower. The journey it makes to our shops and allows us to participate in its journey.
And along the way, florists get our share of nicks and nacks - not just in our backs.
The lugging and lifting of floral creations, supplies, and oh those water buckets!
The stripping and snipping of thorny stems, slicing their way into our skin.
The late night designing.
The early morning deliveries.
The all day standing and working on our feet.
The last minute wish to grant.
The desire to make dreams come true.
The head bumping, hand cutting, knee breaking moments we ignore.
We work through concussions, bleeding fingers, swollen limbs, and our own heartbreak.
Being a florist means to do for others, create memories, and most importantly deliver messages of love, comfort, and healing.
The petals and oils of healing pass through our fingers keeping our spirits lifted.
However underneath the smiles, and beneath the fabric of our aprons is where we must care.
So often we neglect our own needs to get an order done.
We honor that working with flowers is precious, perishable, and priority.
Our hands, our backs, our knees, our legs, our families, our life…we wouldn’t want it any other way but we do need to keep ourselves healthy to keep make it another day.
Tomorrow more work will call our name and this past week - Valentines filled our days.
This weekend I wish all florist time to refresh themselves in rose petal baths and hydrating beverages.
Valentine’s Day takes a toll on the body. After 32 years in this industry, I am now tending to repair my own wear and tear.
First shoulder surgery 7/28/22. I am back to work after 6 months of recovery. Can I just say, most painful I have ever experienced!
