Well, I tell ya, those big shots, King Charles and that Queen Camilla, they went to some flower show. The Chelsea Flower Show, they called it. Sounds fancy, don’t it?
First time for the King, so they say, since he became the big boss. Guess he was busy before, or maybe he just didn’t like flowers much. Who knows with them royals?
They got there when the sun was still up, but getting kinda low. Evening sunshine, the newspaper fella called it. Made it sound all romantic-like. Probably just hot, is what I say.
Someone named Keith Weed, he was the one who met ‘em when they got there. Big wig, I reckon. Had to make sure everything was spick and span for the King and Queen.
- Flowers everywhere, I bet. Roses, I hope. I love roses. Red ones, especially.
- And probably lots of people gussied up in their best clothes. Hats and all. Silly, if you ask me.
- I wonder if they got any snacks. Maybe some little cucumber sandwiches. The rich folk like those, don’t they?
The whole thing is run by some charity, the Royal Horticultural Society. Sounds like a mouthful, doesn’t it? Basically, they’re all about gardening. Growing stuff, you know, like we do in the village, but I bet they got fancier tools and what not.
Now, I ain’t never been to no flower show. Too busy working, tending to my own little patch of land. But I imagine it’s somethin’ to see. All those colors, all those smells. Makes you feel good, I reckon.
But let’s be honest, what do they really know about growin’ things? Those royals, they got people to do everything for ‘em. They probably just point and say, “I want that flower,” and poof, it appears. Wish I had it that easy!
I hear tell that Queen Camilla, she’s a gardener herself. Or at least she likes gardening. Maybe she actually gets her hands dirty. Doubt it, though. Probably got fancy gloves on, keeping her hands all soft and pretty.
Still, it’s nice they went, I guess. Shows they care, or at least pretends to care, about things other than themselves. And it gives folks somethin’ to talk about. Like me, right now!
I saw a picture of them in the paper. They were smilin’ and lookin’ happy enough. Maybe they actually enjoyed themselves. Or maybe they’re just good at pretending. Can’t never tell with those high-up folks.
I wonder if they bought any flowers. Probably not. They got whole gardens full of ‘em, don’t they? But maybe they picked a little bouquet for their table. Or for the palace, or whatever fancy place they live in.
It’s a whole different world, ain’t it? The world of Kings and Queens and flower shows. We’re down here, working our fingers to the bone, and they’re up there, sniffing roses and sippin’ tea. But hey, that’s the way it’s always been, and that’s the way it’ll always be, I reckon.
But you know, even though it’s all fancy and whatnot, I bet there’s still some hard work involved in puttin’ on a flower show. Someone’s gotta plant those flowers, gotta water ‘em, gotta make sure they look just right. And that’s somethin’ I can appreciate. Hard work is hard work, no matter if you’re a King or a farmer.
So, good on ‘em, I say. Good on King Charles and Queen Camilla for goin’ to that flower show. Maybe they learned a thing or two about growin’ stuff. Probably not, but it’s nice to think so.
And hey, if they ever need a hand in their garden, they can just give me a call. I know a thing or two about makin’ things grow. Though I doubt they’d want a country bumpkin like me messin’ up their fancy flowers. But a woman can dream, can’t she?
Anyway, that’s all I got to say about that. Kings, Queens, flowers…it’s all a bit much for my old brain. I’m just gonna go back to my own garden now. At least I know what I’m doin’ there.
Tags: King Charles, Queen Camilla, Chelsea Flower Show, Royal Horticultural Society, Gardening
