I'm guessing that many of us who grew up in the late 80's (the 1900's) have some sort of memory around the dwarf version of this BRIGHT, heating loving gem. But the one I'm talking about -- she's so much better. 

Every week, when I leave the grocery store, I walk by the flowers near the door and my heart goes a pitter-patter. I love 'em. The colors, the textures, the smells. The air feels cooler, lighter. But then I snap back to reality and look closer. They're already starting to wilt in some cases. Sometimes there are some in the cooler that aren't meant for the cooler. I know that if I take any of them home, aside from my boys making fun of me for buying flowers when we have wall to wall seedlings, they'll be mush in a matter of days.