The trendy Central West End location Brennan's was the setting for this alternative baby shower featuring clear glass cubes brimming full of forced Spring bulbs...
First a howling blizzard woke us,
then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus-
Crocus. ~Lilja Rogers
Come the Spring with all its splendor,
all its birds and all its blossoms,
all its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha
Crocus, and Tete-a-tetes (miniature Jonquils) filled the 3" glass cubes exposing bare bulbs and roots... fragrant Tulip and Hyacinth bulbs filled out the larger arrangements, accented with blooming Quince branches, soft French Pussy Willow, and smooth natural toned River Rock...
In the Spring,
at the end of the day,
you should smell like dirt.
~Margaret Atwood
Sitting quietly,
doing nothing,
Spring comes,
and the grass grows by itself.
Zen proverb
The 3" cubes were used as party favors, the bulbs could later be planted at home...each favor was enhanced with an amusing or romantic quote about Spring, new life, or youth...
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's Party!"
~Robin Williams
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
~William Shakespeare
The smaller bulb arrangements were used in groupings throughout the spaces, and the larger ones provided colorful and fragrant focal points...
If you've never been thrilled to the very edges
of your soul by a flower in Spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo
In Springtime, love is carried on the breeze.
Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.
~Emma Racine deFleur
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds
yapping thier fool heads off and the ground
all mucked up with plants.
~Dorothy Parker
People ask me what I do in Winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for Spring.
~Rogers Hornsby
Spring is when you feel like whistling,
even with a shoe full of slush.
~Doug Larson
Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke