So, here is the story, starting with step one.Step one: Bryan (I, myself) walks through grocery store, smells beautiful flowers, and realizes he has never had his very own flowers. He decides he really likes roses, but thinks it might be a little much for his roommates the first time they see him buy himself a boquet. So, he'll start off with a gerber daisy and some yellow and white things too (as pictured on the left).
Step two: Bryan buys flowers and takes them home. Roommates ask, "Whoa, Bry! Who are the flowers for?"
Bry: "Me"
Roommates: "Wow! From who?"
Bry: "Me." Shrugs shoulders with grin on face because it is true.
Step three: Bry is astonished as 10 days pass by with the presence of lively and vibrant floral life filling the small corner of Bry's room. How great!
Step four: Flowers suddenly begin to tilt, wilt, and become crunchy. Bry wonders, 'What is it? Why the sudden change?' He decides that one day soon, he should change the water, like changing the oil.
He busily continues his life.
This morning, after 3-4 days of dying flowers, he decides to finally change the water. But, alas, it is gone! Who took it? 'Oh dear,' thinks Bry, 'flowers don't just like to be in water. They drink it!'
He concludes that this is the reason for crunchy and wilting flowers.Step five: Bry waters flowers this morning. Sadly, he hasn't seen life coming back yet. And yes, he trimmed the stems. Could it be too late for this floral arrangement?
