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Title:
Flowers are for love : a bouquet of inspirational stories
Author:
Lamancusa, Kathy.
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Publication Information:
New York : Fireside, [2001]

©2001
Physical Description:
239 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm
Language:
English
ISBN:
9780743206082
Format :
Book

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Summary

Summary

In this new collection, Kathy Lamancusa gathers true stories from celebrities, professional floral designers, and everyday flower lovers and combines them with quotations from noted writers, practical gardening advice, and floral care information, to create a bouquet to uplift the mind and spirit.


Author Notes

Kathy Lamancusa is a trend strategist, inspirational speaker and creative lifestyle book author. She is editor of the Trends section of Craftstrends magazine and the founder and editor of the annual magazine Quilts Are Forever. She lives in North Canton, Ohio.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Introduction Bread feeds the body indeed, but flowers feed also the soul. -- The Koran Flowers Are for Love is the second book in our inspirational story series. I am so honored that our first book, Flowers Are Forever, has been so widely received. As I traveled the country sharing the stories that it contains, I was continually reminded of the depth and breadth of the emotions that flowers evoke in different people. Words from the introduction of the first book guided me as I presented messages of the beauty of flowers to thousands of people. Let me share them with you: Flowers help us celebrate; they inspire our passions, send messages of love and romance, and brighten our days during times of sorrow, illness, and depression. A fresh bouquet is a long-distance hug, a spirit lifter, and a stress reliever, providing us with a moment of calm in our hectic lives. Many of life's passages -- from birth to death and all the joyous and bittersweet moments in between -- are marked by the giving and receiving of flowers. The sight or scent of a particular bloom often causes a flood of emotion-packed memories of a certain time, place, or person. The flowers themselves may not actually last forever, but the memories they evoke most certainly do. As I share these words with my audiences, I continue to be surprised by the impact they have. In Kansas City, a woman in tears told me her story. It seems that every week for the last few years of her mother's life, she bought her mother flowers. Her mother always told her not to waste her money on the flowers, since they would just die soon enough. The young woman told her mother that she wanted her to enjoy the flowers while she was living. She said that when her mother died she would just pick a bucket of dandelions and throw them over the coffin. Since her mother wouldn't be able to enjoy the flowers, they wouldn't need to be beautiful. She told me that her mother passed away this year and she kept her promise up to the end. A bucket of dandelions was picked and she threw them over the coffin -- knowing that her mother had enjoyed the true beauty of flowers while she lived. I must admit that I get that comment a lot -- "But flowers die." Yes, my friends, flowers do wilt and fade away. However, like anything in our hectic, material world, if something lasts for a long time, we tend to not appreciate it anymore. That is perhaps the true, fleeting beauty of flowers. They don't last forever, which forces us to appreciate them now -- while they are living and adding spirit and energy to our daily lives. Over fifty contributors have joined me in Flowers Are for Love, to again share the profound message of flowers. These contributors are prominent floral designers, influential floral industry members, motivational speakers, inspirational leaders, creative consultants, and everyday flower and garden lovers. They are a true inspiration to me and have taught me so much about the deep inner connection of flowers to our souls. Walk along the path again with them, and me, as we all explore together the impact flowers have on our lives, this time in the area of romance. As with Flowers Are Forever, I've included practical floral care and handling secrets, along with gardening tips and techniques. All of this is carefully designed to assist you in seeing the beauty in the world more clearly through the inspiration of flowers while helping you more thoroughly enjoy gardening and floral display. The inspirational material will help you understand the deep impact flowers have on our hearts and souls. I'm looking forward to sharing the incredible stories from this second volume, as well as preparing a third book for which we are collecting stories. Look in the back of this book for contact information. I'm sure that you have a floral story to share. Copyright © 2001 by Kathy Lamancusa from Chapter 3 Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter. -- Rachel Carson MYSTERY AT STORM LAKE Barbara Glanz ... When I think about the way my parents met, I wonder what would have become of me had my mother not been a flower lover. When my mother, Lucille Anderson, graduated from college, she earned a prized position as the art teacher in Storm Lake, Iowa. In small towns like Storm Lake, the pictures of new teachers are published in the local newspaper every summer, welcoming them to the community. And so, that August, my mother's picture was published with the rest. My father, Wayne Bauerle, was a successful and single young man working for Standard Oil. He was a quiet man, but very determined, and when he spoke, people listened. He saw my mother's picture and decided right then that he was going to marry her, so he devised a romantic strategy. My father took careful steps, first by discovering my mother's address and then by sending her a bouquet of flowers -- every day for the next two weeks. Imagine receiving flowers every day for two weeks from a perfect stranger! Finally, my mother's landlady called my father and told him that if he sent any more flowers he'd have to send along more vases. My mother said the place looked like a funeral parlor! My dad was pretty shrewd, waiting all that time before asking my mom for a date. How could this woman, he mused, possibly turn him down after all those flowers? She couldn't, and she didn't. They met, went out, fell in love, got married, had four children, and remained hopelessly romantic until my father passed away. And my sentimental father made sure that my mother had fresh flowers in our home every week of their marriage. * The wax begonia plant (Begonia semper-florens) has close-clustered single or double flowers in shades of red, pink, peach, or white. It is commonly used as a bedding plant. The plant's stout stems are succulent, with lots of branches containing shiny, heart-shaped green, bronze, or mottled leaves. Plants grow from six to twelve inches tall and from six to twelve inches wide. Plant wax begonias in partial shade outdoors; provide maximum light when growing them indoors. Keep the soil moist but not wet -- yellowing lower leaves and drooping plants are signs that the soil is too wet. Root rot will occur if the plant is overwatered. Avoid temperatures above 75 degrees Fahrenheit and below 55 degrees Fahrenheit. These plants do best in fertile, well-drained soil when planted outdoors. Plants may be dug up before the first frost and used as houseplants. * Plastic sleeves designed for slides are perfect for tracking plants or harvesting seeds. These sleeves fit a standard three-ring binder. The see-through pockets are also perfect for pressed flowers and clippings. * Healing yarrow (Achillea spp.) lights up a summer herb garden with its brilliant gold, white, and pastel blooms. Butterflies love yarrow. According to legend, Achilles used it to stanch the bleeding wounds of his soldiers. The plant contains chemicals that cause the blood to coagulate, along with other chemicals that help to relieve pain and inflammation and prevent infection. * Dried lavender buds or rose petals used on their own or in combination with other dried flowers and spices can be used to fill a pincushion instead of batting, stuffing, or sand. Each time a pin is inserted, a hint of subtle fragrance is emitted. Copyright © 2001 by Kathy Lamancusa from Chapter 6 Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one; and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labor. -- 1 Corinthians 3:8 AN OFFICER AND A GENTLEMAN Cheryl Runstrom ... As the train sped along the East Coast toward Florida, tears silently slid down my cheeks. The complications of modern family life can seem overwhelming, particularly when it comes to transporting children between parents and states. I was on an arduous thirty-six-hour train trip. I had just delivered my children to their father, my ex-husband, in New Jersey for a long visit and was returning to my home in Florida. As the train made its way along the many miles, I contemplated the lonely months I would now spend without my kids and the lonely evening that lay ahead. I thought my husband was out at sea and I was feeling sad that he wouldn't be there to comfort and reassure me when I arrived home. It was almost 5:30 A.M. when the train, quiet with sleepy passengers, approached the station in Jacksonville. Suddenly I heard a buzz coming down through the long, dark train car; soft whispers filled with excitement and awe made their way to my ears. I looked out the window and up the tracks to see what had everyone in such a frenzy. As we reached the platform, I saw the profile of a handsome naval officer, suited up in formal dress whites and holding a huge bouquet of yellow roses. His hat was low over his eyes and he stood proud. Oblivious to the crowd that had eagerly gathered to watch, I ran to that handsome naval officer, my husband, and threw myself into his arms. After a long kiss, I buried my nose in the yellow roses and knew that I was home -- and that I was loved by a very special man. * The art of making potpourri dates back to long before the time of the pharaohs. Historically, it was used to mask odors from poor sanitation as well as to ward off insects. In French the word potpourri means "rotten pot." Today potpourri is simply a mixture of dried flowers and other ingredients used to add fragrance to a room. Copyright © 2001 by Kathy Lamancusa Excerpted from Flowers Are for Love: A Bouquet of Inspirational Stories by Kathy Lamancusa All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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