Take two identical bouquets of flowers, add two grandmothers (an Omi who paints, a Bubba who writes). Watch, photograph, create. The result? The cover of a book AND Essay XI - Among which explores using the collective noun "bouquet" to describe friendship.
"Consider an ambush of tigers, a bloat of hippos, or a parliament of owls, all of which allude to their presence and character while providing us with a collective noun. I’m enticed by bouquet of friends, which is more gracious than the term party of friends unearthed by Google. This might be appropriate in adolescence but doesn’t quite measure up to what we require of each other over the long haul."