Carnations have suffered from something of an image crisis for some years now, haven’t they? To me, they are “petrol station flowers” - the bunch that you’d grab in a panic on the way somewhere when you realised you were empty-handed.
I’m not sure what
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
