After the girls' ballet recital, I promised them something (I secretly hoped) that would be better than a rose bouquet (which I somehow forgot to purchase). Specifically, I promised them a visit to a local flower shop to pick their own favorite flower, and maybe do a little roamschooling on the side. So we took a little trip to Stephanie's Flowers, a local florist that's been around since I was a child.
The staff was super friendly and eager to show us inside one of the four freezers where flowers were stored.
Little B. wanted to know which flower she can choose.
"Any flower that looks like it grew just for you," I told her.
Inside the fridge at Stephanie's Flowers, and colder than we'd anticipated, the girls settled on two pink blooms (for Prophet and Little B.) and one yellow bloom for the Gnome.
Then the florist let the girls pick ribbons and tissue paper for wrapping their flowers.
As she wrapped their flowers, we talked about what it means to be a florist- how flowers are chosen and combined based on their colors and textures, how a certain taste for artistry and beauty is involved in the creation of every original bouquet.
Gnome skipped with joy once she had her flower in hand.
The Eldest fell in love with a $70 orchid. I told him good love didn't cost so much.
Finally, we toured the huge inventory and the Eldest kept making a point about how it wasn't fair that he had not earned a flower and how he would dance ballet if it scored a flower for him and that what he wanted most was a flower after his next piano recital, preferably an orchid he could plant and so on...
We are always grateful to local businesses that allow us to learn by visiting and talking to others. There's nothing quite like learning by exploring.