Gardening catalogs

When I was a little girl, I would spend hours - hours - looking through gardening catalogs. I'd oooh and aaah over the tomato trees, look at the irises, the roses, the hollyhocks. Mother and I would spend hours deciding on which ones and how many and oh look and ooooh...

Flowers.

*grins*

Today? The Michigan Blub Co. catalog came in. I'm ordering roses and pampas grass, irises and black magic elephant ears. I lusted over lemon and lime trees and lilies of the valley and runuculus and poplar trees and carnations and columbines.

Then I called Moma.

For a lot of people, flowers mean Mother's Day because that's what you do - you send them. For me? Flowers just mean Mother.