Christmas Roses - As I write this, the world is beginning to slow. The frantic pace of flowering and bowing anything that stands still has ended. The fingers are tired, the feet are aching and the back is sagging. Oh, the life of the florist. At last, all the wreaths are hung, the final centerpiece is delivered, and the poinsettias are gone. Time to sit down and reflect on all the beauty we have created through the season. Like the barefoot cobbler’s children, florists often race around “making pretty” but forget about ourselves. Tonight, as I lock the door and head for home, I’ll take flowers for myself. Not the left-over’s… I hid the most fabulous white roses for myself! Tonight, I vow to relax and enjoy the holiday. You can find me with my feet up, hot cocoa in hand, Christmas carols on the stereo sitting quietly reminiscing on a holiday well decorated. (MORE BLOGS)