I’ve always associated the smell of flowers with death and mourning, probably because of my earliest exposure to cut flowers.
I’d take the smell of rain and fresh cut grass over flowers any day. But in the past year, I’ve been working with a company that handles flowers on a daily basis.
I’ve had to learn more about flowers – how to tell stories about them, how to paint them (with words) in the best light.
And gradually, I’ve learned to appreciate them.