I know this sounds oddly specific. I picked Freesia because it is not a rose. I once spent an afternoon with a florist and watched four men order a dozen roses. I don’t hate roses, but why? The shop was loaded with bright and exotic choices.
I think the failure of imagination comes from a lack of confidence. Better to go with the safe choice. But really, how much work is it to look, really look at what is there?
Freesias cascade along a stem diminishing in a regular way like a fractal curl. Their scent, also, is at once delicate and distinctive.
So today I honour the Freesia. I am grateful they exist.
