What are your favorite flowers? Every year about this time I think, “I should plant some tulip and daffodil bulbs out back.” And every year… I don’t. Why is that?
I love flowers. My dad was a florist, so I was raised in the flower shop. (See my name on the building?) In fact, for the first six years of my life, we also lived there! The shop was in one part of the building, we were in the other… and my bedroom was right over the top of the workroom. My first “official” job was around age four, when dad would give me a small, badly worn broom, and I would sweep for him. I can still remember all the stem clippings, rose leaves, thorns and what have you all piled up on the square linoleum tiles.
I don’t know why, but my favorite flowers are carnations. Pink. I think it has a lot to do with the scent. They were the first flower dad would let me work with. He taught me so carefully how to cut the stem on a slant with a sharp knife so they would take up water better. Funny how I can remember that like it was yesterday!
Here I sit, November 9th, still no bulbs purchased to plant. The wind is howling outside, somebody else’s trash can has blown into my yard, and I’m thinking about flowers. It’s even supposed to snow this week! YIKES!
What is YOUR favorite flower?