by Eileen Ward Birch
Or should it be graveyards smell of chrysanthemums?
My parents always sold flowers in their greengrocers, so I saw the turning of the years in fruits, vegetables and flowers. Daffodils in early spring have a beautiful delicate scent, especially the pretty multi-headed jonquils.
I remember going to visit Leah, the Wolverhampton flower seller who supplied our shop wholesale. She and her family sold flowers in the town centre and outside the hospitals as well as supplying bouquets and funeral tributes. Her HQ was a shed-like structure in Penn Fields. We went there to talk through and order flowers for my wedding, which being Easter Monday was a tricky one. The church was easy, as my parents simply paid for the church flowers that would have been there anyway for Easter. Buttonholes for the chief guests were also a simple decision, as carnations were the order of the day back…
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