Springtime: An Ode (of sorts)
Yesterday, I invited my dad over for dinner because my mom and brother are out of town. To my utter delight, he sweetly brought me a bouquet of Daffodils! I realized that they were the first bouquet I have had in my house since I moved in and I was so happy to see the bright yellow flowers, I almost had tears in my eyes. I remembered at that moment how much I adore...and miss...flowers. In Missouri, daffodils would pop out of the ground all over the place in the Spring. We have family pictures of us as children sitting surrounded by fields of daffodils. The Daffodils look nice in my red kitchen with the yellow cabinets.
My dad also gave me the giant yellow pansies that are blooming like crazy in my backyard right now. I love pansies. They are such a ubiquitous flower, but I never tire of them. I always imagine their round, cheery faces greeting me with little piping voices, "Hello! Hello! What a beautiful day!" Even if it is not, in fact, a beautiful day. I respect them highly for their strength and fortitude, because they survive in harsh circumstances. In Missouri, they often bloomed early, then would be pelted with snow or freezing rain. I always thought, surely they will not bloom again. Most of the other plants froze to death, let alone stopped blooming after such weather. I would look at the colorful blossoms weighed down and frozen under thick ice in the garden and think there was no chance such delicate blossoms would survive. But the sun would come out and up came the stems, holding the undamaged blossoms up high! And just to spite the weather, they'd push out another bloom or two! I was nervous that pansies wouldn't do well here in Tucson with the hard, bleached dirt, but to my pleasant surprise, the flowers are not true to their name! Why do we call weak people "pansies" anyway?
To celebrate the recent rain that will bring more flowers in the coming Spring, here are some of my favorite flower pictures that I took over the past year:
My dad also gave me the giant yellow pansies that are blooming like crazy in my backyard right now. I love pansies. They are such a ubiquitous flower, but I never tire of them. I always imagine their round, cheery faces greeting me with little piping voices, "Hello! Hello! What a beautiful day!" Even if it is not, in fact, a beautiful day. I respect them highly for their strength and fortitude, because they survive in harsh circumstances. In Missouri, they often bloomed early, then would be pelted with snow or freezing rain. I always thought, surely they will not bloom again. Most of the other plants froze to death, let alone stopped blooming after such weather. I would look at the colorful blossoms weighed down and frozen under thick ice in the garden and think there was no chance such delicate blossoms would survive. But the sun would come out and up came the stems, holding the undamaged blossoms up high! And just to spite the weather, they'd push out another bloom or two! I was nervous that pansies wouldn't do well here in Tucson with the hard, bleached dirt, but to my pleasant surprise, the flowers are not true to their name! Why do we call weak people "pansies" anyway?
To celebrate the recent rain that will bring more flowers in the coming Spring, here are some of my favorite flower pictures that I took over the past year:
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