Working with flowers always reminds me of my mom. She relished her garden and yard, and conversations with her sisters or friends usually resulted in a seed or clipping exchange. Mom never said thank you for a clipping, reminding the giver that doing so would ensure the death of the plant. They would laugh and nod agreement. (This southern tradition has even been noted in Southern Living.)
I grew up weeding and watering flower beds and gardens under her direction. My involvement was passive at best; there were other things I preferred to do.
Now, however, her genes have blossomed in me and I find great pleasure in growing things.
I noticed the Flower of the Day challenge and thought it a good place to post some pictures. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.