Sunday, 30 April 2017
We passed through the grocery store and passed the cooler with all kinds of beautiful flowers nicely arranged with the intent to bring joy to the recipient. It brought to mind the bouquets of flowers I used to take to my Mom and Grandma (she of the allergies) when I was 'knee high to a grasshopper' as the saying goes. Beautiful bouquets of daisies and buttercups, chicory, wild phlox and long grasses all tied up with a string of bindweed which, to my young eyes, was beautiful They would accept them with grace and display them with pride on the dining room table. (Mom used to take hers outside first and spray them) A fresh bouquet for each of them every week all the long lovely summer. Looking back I think of how kind they were to always accept those handfuls of weeds with sincere thank you's. Man, I'll bet they were glad to see fall arrive (although there were some 'lovely' wild asters come fall).