Bunga Di Pot Mga Nobela at Kwento

the man said and when I nodded, he shoved a vase full of flowers at me and then turned around and walked off. I went inside, shutting the door behind me and placed them on the end table by the couch grabbing the card. These were my favorite flowers. Firepot Dahlia. They were this bright orange flower that I just found beautiful, and there was only one person in the world who knew this. I grabbed the card and opened it up. All it said was good luck tonight. I knew exactly where these came from, and if he thinks that this is going to change a damn thing, he is sorely wrong. It changes nothing. It's too late. Four years too late.

The only plant that grew in the pot is an ancient plant species that could handle up to 0 degrees. It grew all over the steel door that stood between me and the room behind it. The plant had blue leaves that were razor-sharp and stiff. From it came the most enchanting white flower that looked like a cross between a rose and a carnation. Petals were as smooth as silk, untouched for years.

The selves housed different kinds of totems, figurines, seashells and other things Ben couldn't identify at a glance. Then, there was the staircase. It looked like it was a last minute decision. It was attached to the wall and its mouth curved a little into the sitting room, creating a corner that was housing a big pot of flowers. The flower was real and yellow with white borders but Ben had no idea what the name was. He sniffed in the sweet scent as it enveloped his senses. He would later get to know that the bowl of flowers in the kitchen was called Cuban Oregano and the one at the stairs was Plumeria and it was his job to keep them in bloom.

Diana asked as she waved her hands dismissively as if she didn't actually want to hear my reply. “I'm sorry. I thought that you were enjoying yourself and the party,” I replied while hinting at the fact that I thought that she didn't need me around. “This is also your birthday party so you at least need to be present,” Diana reminded me. I was about to offer her another round of apology when her attention seemed to have shifted to something else. “What are you holding in your hands?” Diana asked as she pointed to the flower pot that I was holding. “It's a flower plant,” I replied while not quite sure what kind of answer she was expecting.

As the gardener introduced the plants, Serenity suddenly realized that not only were the many flowers she kept on her balcony the same variety as the ones in the greenhouse, even the flower pots were identical. The gardener who was in charge of managing the flora in the manor bought the flower pots wholesale, resulting in many of them sharing the same design.

The gift is in a light wooden box with 6 flower pots, 3 succulents, blue mini roses, pink Victoria roses, and reddish Chrysanthemums. All the real flowers, no cut flowers or plastic flowers. Ilona took the card stuck there, Ziyan's name was there. Ilona took her cell phone, it was off for charging. She turned on her cell phone and found out there was an incoming message from Ziyan. "I'm going home first, maybe I'll go with Mr. Daniel to another island, there are flowers outside, take good care of them!" said Ziyan's message which was not long-winded. "Thank you," replied Ilona in reply to the message.

Mary Kinson looked at her and was not annoyed, but said, unfortunately: "The potted flower is costly, and it has withered when it touches the human body temperature." Tama Kinson was dazed, thinking that a flower was so delicate and charming that it disappeared, and her heart was more or less sorry.

Small leaves of various shades of green decline from the pots and add a certain charm to her boutique. But the life of these pots is tragic as they don't survive strong winds. But the plants get saved due to Aunt's unrelenting fancy for such decorations. She herself separates the plant from the shattered earthen bowl and places them in another. The pots are hung on the hook the very next day again. "Visit again, love!" I hear her sing-song goodbye for a customer as I reach near the boutique. Just her voice is enough to make me realize that how much I have missed her.

Julie approached and squatted beside it. "These are real flowers, not artificial ones, and it took me a while to collect them. So please remember to water and take wonderful care of them." Was writing on a piece of paper Julie found stuck on the pot. Then she gazed at the rose, peonies, sunflowers, tulips, carnation, Orchid, and recognized that these flowers' meanings were referring to love.

Then, I took another flower pot and said to Steve, “The whole plant is precious. The flower should be plucked and preserved. Otherwise, when the flower falls, they will be wasted. It is said that only blooms once every three years. Take the flower down and smell it before you go to bed every night. Then you can sleep tight every night .” With that, I left with a flower pot happily. Just as I walked out of the backyard, I turned her back and said, “By the way, Steve, you have to give me some the nutrient solution from Joseph.” He went to take a small bottle of nutrient solution for me. “One drop per time, twice per day.” “Got it!” I carried the flower pot and left. Author’s POV: At the Murphy