When Dave and I were house shopping for one of our homes, I was standing in the backyard of one of our choices when a picture flashed through my mind. I imagined a whole backyard full of peony bushes. I had always loved them at my aunt’s house, had read that they could live hundreds of years, and were a science lesson – near the blossoms’ opening date each June, you would be able to see ants working hard at opening the petals. I said to Dave, “we could call this house Peony Palace!” It turns out we didn’t buy that house, but later on I did plant a perennial garden under the bay window of our kitchen, and there were many peony bushes. 🙂
I’ve told you recently how Dave and his mom gifted me with many, many, MANY big flower pots as my birthday gift. Well, one of the two smaller plants is a hibiscus. It delights me every day with a new blossom. I am glad that in the story Eric and I are writing, I mention a hibiscus. 🙂 So yes, now my house has a new name, Hibiscus Haven.
It’s interesting how years and age can change things. When I was a little girl, I didn’t understand why my mom loved flowers so much and why my dad was such an enthusiastic gardener for her. Well, now I know! It’s something unexplainable, my love for flowers, but it’s come full circle for me. What a colorful life!