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ㅣGu-tae-ye, fresh flowers The roses were the third. The thorns of the last flower were so strong, so I nervously grabbed one. However, there were almost no thorns. The only thorns were just below the head. I laughed. I was glad to learn that the name of this white rose was ‘Mondial’ and that it was easy to condition. It was ironic that I liked the hassle of unpacking a long box, unwrapping the rolled newspaper, cutting the tight rubber band, cutting the leaves and thorns, and sorting the trash to the recycling center more than the convenience of receiving the finished product from the flower shop. The reason I started receiving flowers through direct delivery was my grandmother’s memorial day. Whenever I took care of my precious people who had gone far away, I visited So-gook. It was a quiet and quiet way to remember them. I spent a few years like that on a certain day in April and August. But May was a little embarrassing. It was special for the flower shop, which was family month. Since all places were busy preparing carnations, I didn’t feel like asking for small ones. Just in case, I searched and found one place. It was a company that kept the promised delivery date well, and I liked the time I spent touching the flowers more than I thought, so I reordered them. That’s how fresh flowers became a part of my daily life. After work, listening to music without lyrics, cutting the ends of the stems that had soaked up water diagonally and putting them back in the vase was the most simple and clean part of my day. I even made sure to take care of Rose Day. I followed the advice in the reviews that said to order a thorn remover, but when I actually trimmed the cover net, I was told that if I used it clumsily and hurt the stems, the flowers would wilt, so I cut them one by one with scissors. I made a bouquet of roses that I trimmed myself, and I walked around the alleys of Buam-dong, the stone walls of the palace, Cheonggyecheon, and the food stalls with them. The days and nights of this season with flowers were even more romantic. Of course, there were difficult times. The Mansfield roses had really sharp thorns, and for the first time, my fingers bled. I thought I should stop looking for this kind of roses. However, by the time the conditioning was finished, my mind had calmed down. When I put them in my favorite round vase, they looked really pretty with their bashful pink color. They were spray-shaped, with multiple flowers on each stem, so they were concave and convex. The lovely flowers, if I trim them with my own hands, they might bleed a little, so I became more generous. ‘Beauty is inconvenient. That’s why I’m diligent.’ As I spent more time handling fresh flowers, this sentence I jotted down while reading a book when I was twenty-two became clearer. Flowers that were only explained by color and type now seem to have their own unique names, and I can picture the hands that went behind the smooth roses I received from the flower shop, and most of all, even as I write this, if I look to the side a little, there are beautiful fresh flowers. I hope that in the distant future, flowers that I trimmed myself will also be in my space. Continuing to color everyday life and sincerely sense beauty.