The day after I wrote about my father buying primroses when he was 83, I found primroses, marked down, at the grocery store. They were meant for me obviously, so of course I bought them. They have been terribly over-watered and are recuperating on my kitchen windowsill.
I bought a pink one,
and a yellow one,
I bought a few other poor sufferers too--a kalenchoe that looks healthy but is past its prime as far as blooms, and two clay pots of miniature roses. All of them have been over-watered, but I've had good luck with plants that I've put in this window in winter, so we'll see. The roses were worth the $1.99 just for the clay pots, I think--and the white one is full of buds. The other rose is a dark, dark red.
So the windowsill is in bloom and I am pretty sure I owe it to Dad.
Sweet Sue. It's nice that they give us presents even after they have passed. My mother had this account that for some reason the company wouldn't completely close at her death. Now every year before Christmas I get a little check that I say is my Christmas present from my mom and I believe it is. Neat that you found those flowers.
ReplyDeleteI like that, Debbie. What a nice little Christmas surprise!
ReplyDeleteGranny Sue -- tis the time to buy some plants to put in the window and remember that the garden will soon spring up in the outdoor soil. They are good for the winter psyche. -- barbara
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. It's just what is needed. Here, a friend gave me several small pots of herbs she couldn't take when she relocated to another state. Having these green folk here with me has made a lot of difference.
ReplyDeleteI look out that window, I might see snow, but these guys are giving me their green smiles along with the sight of winter.
Granny Sue, I loved your poem about the primroses. I don't have a good window for flowers, but your photos and commentary reminded me of my own Grandma Green who also kept flowers. People said she could take a dead root and make it flower -- looks like you can do the same!
ReplyDeleteMy mom and mother in law were great with plants, but I don't have much luck with inside plants. I don't over water, just the opposite. My neighbor plants miniature roses in her yard. Your flowers are pretty.
ReplyDeleteAs it worries my husband when I speak of the gifts or communication from "beyond", I call these types of occurences, coincindences. And I encourage my children to keep coincindence logs. I love the primroses, from your father.
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