"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." ~~Wisdom from Dr. Seuss:
Let's start by my saying this, I love flowers!
I love flower beds, flower gardens, etc.
But, I HATE petunias.
Every year my Mom or someone else always says, "Why don't you get some petunias?"
Every year it makes me mad, lol.
I mean why not put out petunias? They are easy maintenance, they handle all kinds of weather well,they are a pretty flower and cheap.
So this year I wanted something to cascade from my new porch, so I bought some wave petunias. Last night DH and I were finishing up some of my flowers, and as we were putting the petunias together I realized why I hate them so.
Until I was 10, my Mom was a single Mom, supporting my brother and I.
Every year for Mother's Day at school, the local greenhouse would come in a truck and bring flowers for the kids to buy for their Moms.
My Mom did a GREAT job raising us and providing us with everything we needed, but I could never afford to get my Momma anything more than a, you guessed it, a petunia.
I would watch all the kids from "snob knob" (a well to-do neighborhood of course) buy their Moms the prettier flowers, and rose bushes. It wasn't the point that they had more money, it was that I thought MY MOMMA deserved BETTER!!
So last night as I was putting the last basket together, I had an epiphany of why I hate petunias.
Funny that now I Mother's Day I never buy my Momma flowers. Sometimes from a florist, but never something she can put out. I try to find something she can keep, besides a plate with my finger print or an astray. I still find her looking at those ugly things from time to time. So I guess it's true, Momma's do like those. Maybe next year I can make her a mug with my hand print to match the plate. : )
What have been some of your quirky childhood memories?