Right, I know. I was just here.
I'm just passing through. Really.
It's just that I was walking the garden last night, and the flowers pulled a puppy dog, went all wide-eyed and waggy-tailed. Send a bouquet. Make up a holiday. Or hey, wish everyone a Happy Fourth. From us. (Thump-thump) We flowers have a bit of the firework about us, after all.
How could I say no?
So there you have it. Happy Independence Day, my stateside friends. And for those more far-flung: flowers. For summer. Or winter. Or just because.
Because flowers are a fleeting thing, not to be denied.
Okay, then. Carry on.