Easter Lillies & Love

Once there was a boy who loved a girl.

The boy had tried for years to show her his love.

He lavished her with diamonds & gold.

She would smile, and softly tell him "no"

He didn't realize that it was the simple things of life

that showed the greatest depths of love

she was trying to show him.

One spring day while out for a drive on the ridge & through the creek

they came upon a hillside full of Easter Lillies (aka daffodils)

He remembered her saying she loved Easter Lillies & Iris.

He threw the truck in park, jumped out like his britches were on fire.

She couldn't figure out what he was doing until he popped in the passenger window.

He started filling her lap, and the truck cab with Easter Lillies.

As he saw her laughing, and light up like a Christmas tree,

he realized for the first time what she meant about love being the simplicity of things,

instead of money or material objects.

Many moons have passed over since that day, 

but every time I see an Easter Lillie

( I guess I refer to them as that because they are always in full bloom here at Easter)

I think of that beautiful Spring day on the ridge

The love I felt, and the joy from seeing the understanding in his eyes

of how easy it is to love and show it.

I can't help but smile in the same way when I see them anywhere.

I close my eyes and I am back there again.

In that truck with Easter Lillies everywhere,

placed all through my house, on my desk, and on my car that Spring.

Petunias

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?