My Little Flower Garden
I have always been fascinated by flowers ever since I was a kid. My mother used to work as a florist, and I loved sneaking into her garden of all sorts of roses and stealing some. Of course, whenever she found out that I had done this, not even my dad could shield me from the scolding that woman would give. I loved her anyway and each time she had the time, she would educate me on all the flowers that she grew and what purpose they served, and I grew to love that job of hers even more.
I always felt relieved each time she called me and asked what type of flower that was. Sometimes she would be with some prospective buyers, and she would ask me what flower that was, and I just stood there dumbfounded as I had no clue, despite her teaching me a few hours earlier.
Although I would fail her miserably sometimes, she always took time out, later on, to remind me what I had missed and that made her even cooler for a ten-year-old kid like me back then. Growing, I swore that I would make sure I have a similar garden to hers someday when I can afford to.
So, I finally grew up and moved out of my parent’s house although I occasionally visit to see what my mother is up to in that garden of hers that seems to defy time and nature. I did not hire any professional to make my garden as all I needed to know, I had learned from my mother, and all I had to do was implement it to my garden and before I knew it, the place was looking alive and beautiful.
This was however my first time was planting flowers as when I was young; my mother would never let me. She said I should just observe and when I can afford my garden, I can plant whatever I want and however I want. I think that woman is a seer or something because that is exactly what I did in my little garden. I have all sorts of flowers in my garden that I planted with my bare two hands, well if you count the guy that I pay to tend to my yard and my wife as just my bare hands then so be it.
I have a wide variety of flowers in my garden starting from peonies, lilies, tulips, sweet peas and my favorite of the bunch fuchsias. The fuchsias type is not just my favorite because it was my mothers as well but how she would take time and explain it to me when I was little is what makes it unique with me. The fact that it is also actually running is another and did I mention that my mother never let me touch this, and whenever I would pluck the fuchsias from her garden there was a little hell of hers I would visit later on that I never liked.
The process of planting these flowers is no menial task, and it requires a lot of your time as well as care and attention. Otherwise, you will be doing this all for nothing, and that is exactly what that beautiful mother of mine would always stress. When I got to plant my garden, I invested a lot of time on it, and I can say that every single minute that I spent on it is well compensated by the results that I can see in my garden.
Of course, it was not easy either and thanks to my wife and a friend of mine, we were able to make the task a little bit easier. Although my wife says that I turn and be like my mother whenever someone goes to that garden without my permission. She can’t complain, however, as she gets flowers from me almost on a daily basis.
Thanks to this garden of flowers, I never have to worry about divorce, as my dad used to say, “A flower a day, keeps the lawyer away.” Anyway, that aside, this is one of the best things that ever happened to me and seeing my fuchsias blossoming and growing to these beautiful tall flowers is something that is second to none.