Flowers are for Picking?


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Flowers are For Picking? Lilac Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com

Hello Everyone!

Hopefully, all is well with you and yours on this fine Sunday afternoon.

I have an Announcement to make!

I have added the gallery to the Palm Trees and Loyalties website. After you finish reading this Sundays blog please come back and click the above link. Or click it now to take a look at my artwork but, be sure to come back and read the blog below. I picked a sprig from my lilac tree and sketched a closeup image. It’s such a beautiful and very scented tree. I just wish the flowers stuck around longer in the summer.

It all made me remember that growing up close to a neighbourhood where people enjoy gardening isn’t easy for children.

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Awww, it’s a child without allergies Photo by Thgusstavo Santana on Pexels.com

When I was in grade three I went out with my friend Rebecca. It was a hot summer day and we were just walking around a close by neighbourhood taking in the sights. The houses on the street were singles and we both lived in the high-rises nearby. It was such a bright and sunny day and all the flowers were in full bloom. Nearly every yard we passed had lovely Chrysanthemums, Lilies, Asters or even roses bushes. You notice these things especially when you are so young and close to the ground. Before the growth spurt hits you. So we’re walking and skipping along, joking around as kids do. We were so carefree. We even ran through the sprinklers that the neighbours had placed too close to the sidewalk. Then Rebecca started picking flowers. First, it was one, then three. She was fully making bouquets from all the gardens we passed. I don’t know what possessed her to turn to this life of crime! But it was like someone had flipped a switch and there was no turning back!

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After the Crime Photo by kat wilcox on Pexels.com

Now, being the follower that I sometimes was as a child I bent down and started doing the same. I picked some beautiful red daisies, then I saw these very light pink tulips that couldn’t just be left behind. After all, who was going to see them there? All of a sudden I heard, “HEY!” And all the birds flew expediently away and took my heart with them. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE FLOWERS?”… “I’M CALLING THE POLICE AND THEY’RE GOING TO TAKE BOTH OF YOU TO JAIL!” I dropped my flowers and ran as fast as I could. Rebecca was way ahead of me. As we ran for our lives, I looked at her hands. She was still holding on to her flowers. It was like she was running a relay race and the bouquet was her baton. It took a while before we realized we didn’t even run in the direction of our buildings. After catching our breath, we turned around only to pass the house again in order to get home. Luckily “Yellie” wasn’t still outside.

That night, I did not sleep! In fact, sleeping that week wasn’t easy at all for me. Never mind living…Every time I heard the phone ring it was the police. If I heard a siren, they were coming to my house! When I heard a knock at the door I hid. I was a fugitive and I couldn’t even tell my family.

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Wasn’t me! Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

I still try not to pick flowers, even if they are in my own yard. This afternoon I swear I heard “Yellie” and all the birds flock away when I picked the sprig for my sketch. My guess is he lives nearby! Remember this for the children in your neighbourhoods, flowers are for picking!

Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!

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