The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn;
While the Lily white shall in Love delight,
Nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright.
~William Blake, ‘The Lily”
As most of you know I love gardening and especially flowers. This time of year I start to get a little sad without my garden to poke around in. My guys don’t buy me flowers quite as often as I might like so I have to take things into my own hands occasionally. The last time I was at the grocery store I picked myself up a small bouquet; and while they’re lovely they’re just not quite enough.
With fall here and winter just around the corner I know my flower fixes will be few and far between for the next several months. Each year right about now I have a little fantasy about becoming a florist; then all my days would be spent surrounded by flowers....aahhh, just thinking about it always makes me smile.
I love this poem by William Blake so much that I’ve often thought about making the first words the name of my floral business. ‘The Modest Rose’ would make a lovely name for a florist I think. This little fantasy, the odd bouquet here and there and my plans for next summer’s garden will just have to satisfy me through another winter I guess.