You can never have too many flowers, or enough money to pay for them.  

I always loved flowers, but never had many opportunities to learn about how to accomplish my vision.  My first experience of planting came from taking seeds from a boulevard on Midvale Blvd. in Madison, where my aunt and uncle lived.  These weren’t really flowers, but were hens and chicks.  Also, I was able to gather wild lily seeds from the spent flowers the same way and planted them at home.  I was thrilled at my success, but that was it until I had my first home of my own. The first spring that we actually had a lawn, I decided it was time to start my flowers.  Well, I purchased two medium-sized redwood planters that I put on the front porch.  Not having any experience with planting flowers, I actually took these two planters to a local greenhouse for them to plant a couple of geraniums and a spike in each one.  Well, they were lovely even though a two-year-old could have planted this exciting arrangement.  I, in my ignorance, was upset when my daughter, Lisa, decided to pick a bouquet for her mom.  When she brought this to me, I almost had a stroke.  I thought my beautiful flowers were done forever.  Boy, do I wish I could turn back the clock and learn how at that age to take a chill pill and love the thoughtfulness of my daughter.  Live and learn.