After working on her feet for eight or nine hours every day at the beauty salon, Mom didn’t have the time or patience for gardening. And if she did plant anything, it would have to thrive on neglect. So the azaleas were the only real flowers we had. Unfortunately, they were hidden in our backyard, up against the house.
Mom preferred artificial flowers because they were cheaper, lasted longer, and required no maintenance. Every Easter, she would go to Wal-Mart and buy several plastic bouquets of white lilies and yellow daffodils and stick them in big round pots on our front porch for all our neighbors to see.
It’s a pity no one every knew we had such exquisite azaleas.
What flower or plant reminds you of Easter? I’d love to hear from you.