...the carnation, that is. A fickle flower, yes? So vehemently hated by many. Why is that? I'll be the first to admit it's not what I immediately gravitate towards, though I'm beginning to think this has more to do with a conditioned bias against it. Actually, I find I'm quite fond of the variety when I give myself the chance to be. And this particular bunch? Crikey. Layer after velvety layer of peach, butter cream, honey, blush and pink. With more than fifteen usable stems in a $4 bouquet and a vase life of two weeks, I can't get enough.
For the observant, those are indeed shot glasses housing my pretty carnations.