Considering wine and flowers, I used to say that I never met one I didn't like.  However, after having an encounter with a 2 dollar glass of  "Sparkle" during an unbearably long Denver market trip, now I can only say that about flowers.  Since early days, I have remained steadfast in my love for what I consider to be one of God's special gifts to us.  I think my Grandmother helped to instill this passion in me.  I remember that she would pick bouquets of wildflowers and bring them to me in a mason jar, long before it was fashionable.

 It's almost impossible to make flowers unattractive, and they are powerful in their ability to elevate a bucket, a mason jar, and life from mundane to extraordinary.  

  Flowers always say "It's a special day, you are special, life is good, and I love you."  

Give them generously.