Your favorite flowers

[claudine]

What are your favorite flowers? Personally, I adore roses, I'm always very happy when my boyfriend buys me them, they make a perfect, romantic gift. But there are many other flowers that I love as well. For example, I can't imagine my life without little violets. During spring, I always keep them in vases in my room, their scent is heavenly.
I also love tulips. Somehow, looking at tulips always makes me smile. They look very pretty, don't they?:

What are your favorite flowers? Feel free to add pictures

 

[MizzDeeDee]

I don't know that I have a favorite flower. I certainly like roses in any color. I like carnations too. I guess it would be accurate to say that I like any flower if it comes from my guy. I'm not real picky about it either. I don't care if he gets them from a florist, or a grocery store. He's thinking of me, and that matters the most.

 

[claudine]

MizzDeeDee, I can totally relate to it Although my favorite flowers are roses, I prefer any flower from my boyfriend to the most beautiful rose.
During one of our first dates he gave me a few poppies. He had picked them in a park I still have them They're dried, but they look very pretty. It's such a sweet memory!

 

[kiwigirl]

When I was a young girl, my favorites were foxgloves and pansies, both which grew in my nanna's garden. Now, I'm older I also have grown to love tulips (they're special to my dad's side of the family as my grandpa is Dutch), sunflowers and daffodils.

 

[claudine]

Kiwigirl, daffodils are very pretty flowers, I couldn't agree more! They always seem so cheerful to me. I love their funny shape and bright color. Also, they remind me of a beautiful poem by William Wordsworth:

"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

It sounds very romantic, doesn't it? I love poems about flowers!