I think I can tie the origin of my love for flowers back to my grammy and auntie, and their house. If I had to pick a place where the love began, that’s probably it.
My grammy and aunt lived together AND super close-by growing up, and my sister and I spent lots of time at their house when we were in elementary school. Their house was essentially a second home to us. We’d hang out there after school until our parents were out of work, we’d end up there at some point most weekends, and we spent lots of time there during the summer while our parents worked.
Their house was surrounded by fields, woods, and even a creek. And while I have plenty of memories from inside the house, I have just as many from outside. Memories of my grandmother teaching us about birds and their calls, chats about different flowers and trees we were seeing, memories of swinging so high on the swing that my grandmother would get stern with me.
Anyway, this spring I’ve been taking lots of walks and reconnecting with my love of flowers (check out some photos of them in the cover image). I love walking in general, but my hidden agenda for recent walks has been to. . . sincerely stop and smell the flowers. Stop and notice their particular beauty. Stop and not only be present to, but connect with the natural beauty that is always around us waiting to be connected with.
In honor of springtime and flowers and their beauty, I wanted to share some musings on some of my favorite flowers.
Cherry Blossoms —
In my life cherry blossoms represent the second half of my life that I’ve lived in the DMV area, particularly the seven years that I lived in DC without a car.
I think my love for daffodils formed and solidified only in recent weeks. I don’t remember previously having had the kind of regard or reverence for them that I do now. Daffodils were the first flowers I noticed popping up this spring through all of the dead leaves. I love how fearless they are in the face of the end of winter. I love how many varieties there are. And, they’re just so sunny looking!
I now often think of Kelli Danaker when I see dandelions. She offered a Time for All Ages at some point since I started working here on their everyday resilience and beauty and well, it stuck, in a good way for me.
Johnny Jump Ups aka Wild Pansies —
I associate these with my grandmother. She loved and grew regular-sized pansies of all colors, but I always particularly loved the wild pansies that popped up all around the yard.
What is better than the smell of lilacs? Okay, realistically many things… but lilacs are the best. My grammy and aunt had a few bushes outside of their house and I remember heading outside with the sole intention of wanting to smell and hang out by them. I feel grounded when I am near them.
Which flowers do you love and why? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!
P.S. Griffin’s first word was flower… just felt like I had to add that in.