by Dotti
Let’s have a show of hands. How many of you out there in
FOL-land like to take pictures of flowers? I thought so; I see a lot of hands.
Next question: How many of you love to garden? You know, get
your hands in the soil, plant seeds, bulbs, starter plants. Yup! I see a lot of
hands out there again.
Well, I was a late bloomer {pun intended} when it comes to
gardening. Since much of my early life was spent in the metropolitan New York
area, flowers just didn’t seem to be on my radar during those years. And even
though my British-born grandparents lived upstate in Schenectady {I love to say
that!} on a two-acre plot, flowers were still not part of my mindset. My
grandfather cultivated a prototypical English cottage garden and grew some
simple vegetables but I was oblivious to it all.
Fast forward. The man I married was raised by a mother who
loved flowers and gardening and he helped her with much of the upkeep of that
garden in his teenage years, cultivating his own love for anything that grows. Still,
the first few years we were married, he was in graduate school and we were
relegated to apartment living. So flowers were not on my list of Important Things.
But … as soon as we moved into our first house, my husband
returned to his roots in the garden. He loves to get his hands dirty and soon
he was mowing, planting and transplanting and all the while teaching me about
home gardening. For several years, we even had a decent-sized vegetable garden,
canning and freezing what we couldn’t eat fresh.
Fast forward a few more years. Our daughter was born and she,
too, began to take an interest in gardening as a child. Even when she lived in
her first apartment, she found a strip of dirt outside to plant a few flowers.
The love of gardening was in her blood and she has always had her own garden.
That brings us up to the present. At seven years old, my
granddaughter is finding a love for growing plants, trees, flowers, vegetables.
A couple of summers ago she won the prize for tallest sunflower at the
children’s library hour! And just a few weeks ago, when we came home from
school, she rushed out to our backyard to find that the daffodils had literally
bloomed overnight. She was as excited as I was!
So what’s the take away from this?
Only this: it is a reminder to all of us to be open to new
things, not to shut the door on new interests just because we’ve ‘never done
that’ before, to never say ‘never’.
Flowers are my main photography muse {since my granddaughter
has become camera shy} so it’s safe to say I would not be here at FOL if I
hadn’t been open to learning new things. Oh, yes! I like to take pictures of most
anything now but my number one squeeze when that camera is in my hands is flowers.
Do tell: what’s your number one photography squeeze?