This past Sunday, on my weekly stop at the fresh-cut flower cart on Biscayne Boulevard and NE 125 Street, the elderly woman manning the cart dropped some serious knowledge on me. And by serious knowledge, I’m talking the kind of key advice your Crazy Aunt Bibi bestows upon you on one of her bourbon benders. You know, the good stuff.
Anyhoo, the usually laconic florist tells me with a glint in her eye in her thick Venezuelan accent, “You keep the flowers longer and more colorful by pouring bleach in the water.” And you know what? My blooms are more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed than ever. Thanks to a little old lady and a little Clorox.
