We brought back a large wooden box from Texas, and I put it on the front porch. I put pumpkins in it in the fall, Christmas items in December, then we filled it with potting soil and I planted some seeds. They did not come up, so I bought some geranium and petunia plants. The geraniums are salmon colored, and some white ones. The petunias are several different shades of lavender. I like the color combination. As I was sitting on the front porch this morning, admiring them, and my roses that are starting to bloom, I began noticing the sweet fragrance of the petunias -- and suddenly I was a 6 or 7 year old girl again, in Eden at my Grandma and Grandpa Hancock's house, looking at and enjoying the scent of petunias. My Grandma had petunias on the south side of her house every year. They were the old-fashioned kind, not as frilly and bright as the ones in the nurseries today, but very fragrant. So now, when I smell petunias, I think of my Grandma. She was a short little lady, with a bent-over back. She always wore an apron, her house was always neat as a pin, even tho the water they used came from a well. No modern conveniences -- a quiet house with no radio, tv, or telephone. There were big salt cedar trees in the front yard -- which Grandma hated and tried to kill with boiling water. When the wind blew, the sound coming from the trees always made me feel sad. The petunias seemed the only bright spot, and to me they were her signiature flower. So what is yours? I love roses, and have for years and years. Let us know which flower you associate yourself with.
ps I was going to put a picture of Grandma on, but picasa just updated and I haven't figured it out yet. sorry
