Flowers

I got a few things done today that needed to be done...cooked, puttered, practiced the organ, set up the RS room, went to the gym for exercise and water work, and I watered my flowers.

 

As I watered my Violet's today, I got to thinking about my flower stand - actually my Mom's and my Grandmother's before her. It's been around as long as I have, I think. At least I remember it when we would visit my Grandma when she lived on Bonafacio in Walnut Creek, California. I was probably four and I remember laying on her couch and being fascinated by it and the beautiful flowers that it held. My Gandma and Mom were natural nurturers - they nurtured every kind of living person, animal, and plant that I know of - and violets were a specialty of both of them. I don't know that I can ever recall either of them not having a glass with a "lid" of wax paper or Saran Wrap with a leaf stuck in the middle of it, growing roots. I guess that's what they were so special at - giving space, care, time, and love to grow roots...to any in their sphere. I think it's a testament of Mom's ability to love unconditionally that my former sisters-in-law Lynne and Barb would come to visit her when they were in town, and both came to her funeral. My flower stand provides structure, beauty, art, balance, and safety so that my violets can grow and bloom their hearts out. I love it and my flowers and the women who loved me.