Following the nuptials of my dear friend Emily’s wedding (Hi, Emily!), I ended up with two of the bridesmaids’ bouquets. One of the other bridesmaids didn’t get hers, and somehow I brought home two. I was happy to, because I love having flowers around my home. One bouquet was place on my dinner table, the other in the corner of my dining room.
Soon enough, one needed to be rewatered. It had drained the water in its vase completely dry. The other, the one on the table, hadn’t come close. And now, merely a week and a half after the wedding, one is dead and the other is not.
This bouquet has not needed more water, or, apparently, anything else.
This poor bouquet drank all of its water, and has wilted beyond recognition.
My thumbs are most assuredly NOT green, so I can offer no botanical explanation for this affair.
So what’s the deal? Why has one bouquet flourished, and the other has withered away? Neither has received more sunlight than the other. Mr. Wilty up there was evidently thirstier, but did not survive after a refill of water.
I guess I’ll always be left wondering why my plant-rearing capabilities failed for one bouquet and not the other.
