No More Blooms

You looked like you were arranging flowers in your head, eyes appraising something I would never appreciate. Later, I could tell by your silence that you were dumping whole bunches of blooms - then you left, leaving me with Baby's Breath, Cattails, bamboo stems, and thin things with bumps on them; fillers, just the left overs --- no real flowers. Now I have so much space, and our best vase is full of crap.