When making this list, I had to do a little bit of reflection to figure out what I really wanted to do, not just put on the list to fill it. Those of you that know me, know that I am NOT a green thumb. The opposite actually... I was someone that couldn't identify a pansy, much less keep one alive. So why would this be important to me...? Two words- My Mama.
Growing flowers from a pack of seeds was so awesome. It really made me take interest in the yard and made me take care of things... I'm sure I sound completely ridiculous, but it was like watching a baby grow- these seeds were my babies. I made sure they had enough sun and water, I checked on them everyday...and the first little sprout was a huge victory for me- "I DID it!! I actually grew something instead of killing it!!" :) Then, all of a sudden there were lots of sprouts... and then finally flowers! I called my mom when my first flower bloomed- I was so excited- I felt like a little kid- "Mommy, look what I did!!"
My mom LOVES the yard. Of course, it's hard work, but it was always worth it to her to take care of her yard and keep it pretty with different flowers and bushes. When my mom moved in with her hubby, leaving me here to keep up with everything, I thought I owed it to her to at least TRY. And for me, if I am interested in something, of course I will pay more attention to it... so going out trying to remember the names of the flowers my mom had told me while I watered them helped. :) In some silly way, I think I wanted to make my mom proud that all of her hard work wasn't going to go to waste- that I could do it all just like her.
I've been cutting the blooming Gerber daisies from the yard and putting them in a vase in the kitchen... just trying to remember to enjoy all the hard work and love that went into every plant out there. :)
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