Tuesday, November 13, 2007
As a mother and a florist, I would like to formally register my objection to calling gypsophilia paniculata, "baby's breath". What a degradation to associate one of the most delectable fragrances known to man with a (dare I say it) weed currently relegated to prom corsages and "oops" bouquets where they are paired with blue carnations. (For those of you unaware of the phenomenon; "oops" bouquets are those $10 ones in Walmart that men buy on the way home from work on days they ("oops") forgot an important date, task, request, or some such thing. Also known as an "appeasement gift".) The breath of a breast-fed, fully sated, slightly sleepy baby is something much more akin to a delicate pink rose just opening to a golden glow in the deepest center. Ahhhh, bliss!!