This poem has no date on it so I’ve forgotten when I wrote it. I will have to dig through my alphabetical paper copies to find that info should I wish to know.
I retired in 2015 from working many years in flower shops as a floral designer so this poem was probably imagining that ‘indoor garden’ from memories of working with flowers.
I must confess that time pressures for creating and the delivery of flowers, along with flower availability and sometimes unrealistic expectations of costs of product and artistry can impact that heavenly feeling. 😂
Immersed In Beauty
In the garden,
a mass of colours
surround us here
as fragrance wafts
throughout the air.
In the studio,
buckets of flowers
sit on tables and floor
while in the cooler
rest many more
awaiting the artistry
of our creations.
An indoor garden
all year round,
this is a Heaven
where blossoms abound.
(Shelley Audrey Wilson)
Flowerpoet 
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