Was it one flower that got you hooked?
Made you sigh
Stopped you in your tracks?
Or, like me, did they sneak up on you?
Memories of flowers.
I don't think I can recall one moment.
Flowers were celebrated everyday in the smallest of ways.
Always there when I grew up.
The greenhouse was a sacred place.
An escape and where beauty emerged.
There was always, always, a milk jug of flowers on the bureau.
A posy on the sideboard.
Some honeysuckle or sweet peas beside the bed for guests.
Just a few stems.
When we were the guests, we'd take a little bunch.
Carefully wrapped in wet tissue and held gently in a sandwich bag.
Flowers marking occasions.
Given with love.
With little fuss.
Simply gathered during the week.
Often while waiting for something to boil.
Then I grew my first Nicotiana.
Tobacco flowers along the gravel, edging the path around my shared house.
They swayed in the evening, releasing heady scent.
I worked in an office all day.
I didn't realise back then, that their heads were closed, until I returned home.
This year I fell back in love with Sweet Peas after becoming disenchanted with the efforts required.
They are worth it.
I miss the Californian Poppies that usually self sow.
But didn't this year.
I've seen florists, used to thousands of uniform scentless stems,
hold the first flower they grew, with reverence.
Enraptured by what they have grown.
I was told today that to be back in these gardens, among flowers,
was so special that they were moved to tears.
It’s not just about the flowers.
But they are a constant.
Tell me; what flowers hooked you?
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Definitely influenced by grandparents & parents. And never thought about it before until I read other comments- use some of my grandparents old tools too. I would never want to replace them.
Anna SO GOOD ❤️ My grandparents gardened so much when I was little: it’s only recently I’ve realised that shared connection. I have my grandma’s fork and spade - a good solid set for shorter types which she’d invested in as a more diminutive gardener, buying the right tools - and when I took them from their house after they’d both passed away, I wasn’t really thinking about their significance, it was just that I needed tools 😂 - but now I’m so, so grateful for that shared touch point every time I dig. She loved roses, especially big blousy scented ones, and so do I ❤️