Bouquet of flowers - light-hearted observation!

The only time I get flowers from my husband is when they're reduced in the supermarket. I love them all the same, and have to ask him nicely if he would arrange them for me because he's better at it than me!

As one whose husband of 37 years would never, ever consider buying flowers or indeed any other form of gift unless for a birthday & actually, even then, never flowers, I'm afraid I think you're being unreasonable. You ought to be very grateful, touched & thankful that you married such a kind, thoughtful and considerate man

I only had flowers from my husband twice, once was a bouquet of red roses via Interflora just after we met, 2nd time was a bunch of flowers for Valentines day that he threw across the room to me...... I did put them in a vase myself, dread to think what they would have been like if he had done it. He never let me forget about the roses (his favourite flower)

I can't believe how many of us there are that don't get flowers from our DH's. Mine has only bought flowers once in a blue moon and none at all last year, this year only because it was a big birthday and then the hotel bought them on his behalf.
I guess this post has made me feel better but it doesn't make us feel very appreciated does it?

When my daughter was born a huge bouquet of flowers was delivered to the hospital 'with love from John'. My goodness, he's put the boat out I thought but then my husband arrived with a bunch of daffodils in a brown paper bag and I realized that it was a John friend who'd sent the bouquet, not husband John!

Definitely being unreasonable! Mine get put in the sink and I don’t mind a bit, I am just happy that he has bought me some!

Hiwjado, in the case of my DH picking daffodils from the side of the road - these were planted by Mother Nature herself, away up in the Highlands of Scotland. Blasted by gales and rain, etc. Surviving and multiplying year after year. I'm sure she smiled benevolently on a scruffy lorry-driver picking half-a-dozen of her wee daffies for his long-suffering missus! ?

A single yellow bloom from his grandmother's rose garden when we were still at school, carried to me 50 miles by train. We were still at school.

Many years later I told another partner I wasn't moving across the North Sea to live with him. A few days later 10 dead red roses arrived which he claimed to have bought to greet me. Very dramatic, pillock!
Now I think about it they were far too dry and brittle, not just limp and faded. And the petals had not dropped. Beginning to wonder where he found them, in a bin, on a compost heap?!

My husband actually put then in his suitcase after being on business trip because he didn’t want anyone to know he was bringing his wife flowers ?

Oh, Elrel - two very evocative flower-related memories!

I'm one of the lucky ones - my late husband was always buying me flowers - because he loved fresh flowers in the house. He used to buy them from the stall outside the train station on the way home from work. Then he would pop into the pub where his mates would ask him what he had done wrong that it was necessary to buy me flowers!
The new man in my life buys me flowers too. How fortunate am I?

I wouldn’t worry about it. If hubby brings me home flowers, if I am not well or something he might shove them in a vase to keep them alive, but he knows, once I am better,
I will rearrange them properly.