I happened upon a 57 chevy, that in its day; beautiful, on this day; worn, rusty and neglected
. but however old and beaten it was…i saw the beauty of years that spoke of a young man saving every dime, as he worked his 9 to 6 job at the local gas station to buy this beauty. I wondered to myself….what conversations were spoken in this cab and how did this truck come to this condition…Hmmmm, then it hit me….i had a floral studio full of flowers, so, dashed off i did…to work some magic and create a bouquet that would flow with the torn seats and rusty hood. Was there a bride that held a bouquet like mine within this truck??? i will never know…but the thought of a young, just married couple, waving goodbye as they rode off in their 57 chevy, excited to unleash the future…..just divine!

Here’s to the past, present, future and to a french bouquet!