I have a few distinct memories from my childhood involving flowers, but the most prominent one, the one that occurred time after time, is planting flowers in the garden with my grandmother.
She is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women I have ever known, and it was an incredible experience to watch her pass that beauty onto the earth through her hardworking hands. Pansies, daffodils, roses and one of my personal favorites, snap dragons, could be seen in abundance. And while I may not possess the green thumb she clearly had, my heart gives a tender flutter at the sight of a blossoming bougainvillea, or the overgrown ivy running along a fence or even the sunflowers waiting to be picked up at the super market. I love flowers. I love my grandmother. And the two will be forever intertwined.