As all my friends know I do not have a green thumb. I call mine roundup. In my home are cut flowers that can be tossed out when they die or silk arrangements. Nearly 20 years with my wonderful daughter-in-law who can make a scraggly weed bloom into a beautiful flower has not helped me at all. I love the roses growing in my yard, but all I do is enjoy them. My favorites have always been wild red poppies and the morning glories that grew beside my grandmothers porch when I was little, even though I have never been able to get either to grow for me. This morning I saw what I think were morning glories blooming on a side road. They were so beautiful and even though the drivers behind me werent happy I slowed down to enjoy them. They brought back such happy memories of my grandmother, and smiles from memories of my granddaughters and I blowing dandelion fluff all over my yard to make more beautiful flowers the next spring while my neighbor was trying to kill his weeds. Some see beautiful flowers while others see weeds to be destroyed. By the time I arrived home, I was smiling with the funny memories of my grandmother telling me to not go inside the greenhouse, just point at what I want, let someone else load it, then she would come out to my car to take it into her house. hehehe Smart woman! And Louella Lanning, your mom came to mind too. She brought me a beautiful fern to work one Christmas in an angel pot, and told me she knew it would be dead in a day or two but I could fill the pot with pens or candy. Its filled with candy on an end table right now.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 19:09:40 +0000
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