I am compound yet both parts are essentially the same.
I am aromatic yet will become increasingly so with age.
I am surrounded by ugly spikes yet beauty will transcend.
I am reliant on fluid for survival yet too much is not enough.
I am for annual home makeovers yet prefer regular tidying.
I am expected at weddings yet sometimes do funerals also.
I am a fan of springtime yet not so much its late frosts.
I am big on Valentine’s Day yet generally when I am bigger.
I am awaiting development to become an arrangement.
I am a nascent version yet mature I resemble ground wheat.
I am started with a name like a blossom yet end like a friend.
WHAT AM I?
Last edition’s Fustigator: Exhaustion