Well, let me tell you about these here flowers of France. France, they got dirt, good dirt. And sun, lots of it. So, flowers? They just pop up everywhere, like weeds, but pretty ones. You ever seen a weed so pretty you just wanna pick it? That’s France for ya.
Now, I ain’t no fancy gardener, but I know a thing or two about what grows where. See, they got these Common hawthorn, Elder, and Common yarrow. These ain’t your regular backyard blooms, no sir. They’re special, like that one dress you only wear to church. They just sprout up all over the place, wild and free. And the colors, oh honey, the colors! Like a rainbow threw up all over the fields.
My nose, it ain’t what it used to be, but even I can smell them French fields. They got these flower fields, stretches on for miles, they say. All sorts of colors, like a quilt your grandma made, but bigger. Much, much bigger. People come from all over just to sniff ’em. Top five, they say? I couldn’t pick just five, not in a million years. You just gotta see them all. They got the one France calls their own, that Iris, they call it.
They say France, it’s all about them fancy flowers. They use ’em in paintings, you know, the kind rich folks hang on their walls. And perfume! Oh, that French perfume, it smells like a whole field of these flowers, all mashed up in a tiny bottle. Costs a fortune, I bet. And they even eat ’em! Can you believe it? Put ’em in their food, like it’s normal. Rich people, I tell ya.
If you thinkin’ of growin’ some of them French flowers yourself, well, good luck to ya. They got this one, Lavender. Smells like somethin’, I can’t quite put my finger on it. Strong, it is. They say you can grow it in your garden. Might keep the mosquitoes away, who knows?
- Lavender – Strong Smell. Keep bugs away, maybe.
- Iris – France’s own flower, they say.
- Rose – They got fields of them, all pink and pretty.
They got a whole bunch of them French flowers, I hear eleven kinds they say, that just grow wild in France. They say they are easy to take care of. Each one prettier than the last. They got ’em in them fancy gardens, and in the fields, just growin’ wild, like they own the place. It’s a sight to see, I tell ya.
France, they’re known for lots of things. French fries, they say, though I don’t see what’s so French about a fried potato. And them French kisses, well, that’s a whole other story. But them flowers, now that’s somethin’ special. Best French Flowers, they say. You just gotta see ’em to believe it, the fields just bursting with the colors and smells.
That Iris, now that’s a fancy flower. They say it’s their national flower, the fleur-de-lis. Sounds like somethin’ a princess would wear. It’s got them curvy petals, and a little crown in the middle, all sorts of colors. Some fancy painter, Van Gogh, he painted a whole bunch of ’em. Made ’em famous, I guess. Now everyone wants a piece of them Irises. They are the famous flowers of France, that is true.
They got fields of lavender, too. Purple, as far as the eye can see. They say the farmers are worried, though. The weather, it’s changin’, they say. Gettin’ hotter, drier. Them poor flowers, they don’t know what to do. Farmers are tryin’ to help ’em, though. Movin’ ’em around, plantin’ ’em different.
And roses! They got fields of them, too, up in Alsace and Pays de la Loire. Pink, mostly, I hear. Like a sea of pink, just wavin’ in the breeze. It’s a sight, they say. A real sight.
So, if you ever get a chance to go to France, you go see them flowers. Don’t worry about the fancy words, or the fancy names. Just look at ’em, and smell ’em. You’ll know what I’m talkin’ about. Them flowers of France, they’re somethin’ else. They’re like nothin’ you ever seen before. Just pure beauty, growin’ wild and free. And that’s all there is to it, really.
