We call this one the Beatrice Flower, after my mother, Mommer to the clan. It is a Gerber Daisy, originally a gift from Monique, but this splendid exemplar is a descendant of that one arriving, surprisingly, just to announce the arrival of winter this year.
The reason for this bloom is that we, alas, confuse our flowers by raising them under lights indoors, in the basement this year, and the poor things really do forget when it is supposed to be Spring.
The reason for this bloom is that we, alas, confuse our flowers by raising them under lights indoors, in the basement this year, and the poor things really do forget when it is supposed to be Spring.
To bright, beautiful, cheerful flowers all year round! And to memories of Mommer too.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, did you notice the picture of Mommer on the table next to Mom in her picture one post earlier? Maybe not, it's pretty small but since I know that photo well, it caught my eye.
I know that picture well too: now there are two old white-haired ladies visible in your livingroom. I think the picture of Granma must have been taken at about the same age as I am now. How time seems to proceed faster with age.
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