Flower Addiction Still Going Strong.
That's the caption of this photo for my life. Recently, my Mr and I have been thinking about downsizing so I've been combing through the corners of our apartment looking for things to get rid of. There was a point where Brad and I collected things from thrift stores like mad people. We had books on books on books that we never read or used, teacups for days and projects that sat in a to-do pile for ever. Now we have things we love, things we want but in some cases, things we don't need. In an effort to see what those things could be, I started taking down books on the shelf, most thrift store collections, to see which of these iconic children's books could be given to our nephews. I looked at Daisy-Head Mayzie sitting on the shelf, thought "that can't be my original, can it," took it down, opened it and voila - it was. Little Amina was just as enthralled with flowers as big Amina, I guess. I made flower crowns at recess; I read this book a million times; and I grew up in a house with a yard with the most variety of flora possible.
I've probably written about this before - but my parents basically collected trees. There was always a different tree to get - a new one to add to the yard. There was a cherry tree, a weeping cherry tree, a plum tree, an apple tree that never grew apples, peach trees, three Magnolias, white dogwoods, pink dogwoods and probably more.
Now you tell me - Is is Nature or is it Nurture?