As much as I love flowers & have gardened since my early 20’s the Echinacea or coneflower never interested me til recently. I planted a few maybe 15 years ago & saw how butterflies were attracted to them.
I was sometimes called a “girly-girl” which I don’t get except I was very slight of frame and quiet. I didn’t wear ruffles or pink but preferred a book to sports, kittens to dogs and giggling to gossip.
I grew to love pink, ruffles and lace as I got older and I don’t mean as an old lady, but even into my 30’s I grew fond of the romantic look in clothing and decor.
Reflections are all around us daily but I’m reflecting internally about the time in my life when I actually “mothered.” I am still a mother but am no longer allowed to act like one. That sucks.
Reflections of home.
There is a common characteristic between my flowers that shall remain nameless.