A friend of mine, Talar, is coming up on an early anniversary of an event that has caused her considerable pain. The details are her story to tell so I won’t go further on that aspect. However, it was important to me to recognize the event and perhaps to offer her a moment of brightness. We tend to celebrate happy anniversaries but sometimes the sad anniversaries are either forgotten or not commemorated by others.
Talar is a generous friend who gives freely of herself and asks for very little in return (though you'd better be prepared to be pestered to participate in the activities she’s always organizing which is sometimes a wee little difficult for a non-joiner like me). She is wonderful and in the year that I’ve known her it’s hard not to think of her without a smile.
Talar loves flowers, girly things, and shows of affection. Unfortunately, she’s not been the recipient of as many flowers as she would like (what is it with some men?) so flowers tend to be extra special to her.
As Talar approaches this anniversary I thought it would be nice if some of us at work joined in and gave her some flowers. I went ahead and called a local florist that someone here highly recommended and asked for an “I want her to feel like Miss America” bouquet. Then I asked around the office if people would be willing to chip in on the bouquet. I was unprepared for the overwhelming response and the willingness of these beautiful women that I am so very fortunate to work with. We were able to pool together more than enough money very quickly.
Another phone call to the florist and I upgraded it to an “oh my god” bouquet. I should note that the florist doesn't actually offer an "oh my god" bouquet, but those were the words I used to describe what I wanted. Twenty minutes later I received even more money and called the florist (at this point I was starting to feel like a stalker) to upgrade even more but was told it was too late, that the bouquet was already on its way.
The florist thought I would be “pleased” with what he had given me. Talk about understatement.
The florist thought I would be “pleased” with what he had given me. Talk about understatement.
The flowers arrived shortly after the phone call, and the first words out of everyone’s mouths, including Talar’s was “oh my god”. The flowers, Talar’s reaction, and the giddiness of everyone who participated really led to a perfect day though Talar probably wasn’t as focused at work as she could have been.
If you’re in the Toronto area and are looking for a good florist I can’t speak highly enough of my experience with Joseph Flowers. The bouquet was very reasonably priced and cost much less than you think it did. The prompt delivery and the beauty of the bouquet helped make the gift just so perfect. Many of us smiled all day long and Talar’s face hurt by the end of the day.
Everyone should receive a special bouquet at least once in their life. I’m pretty sure it’s going to take a lot to top the one Talar received this week.
Cheers,
Sandy
Cheers,
Sandy