Just Because, Mom
Today is a beautiful day. It is mid-summer and hotter than heck. I woke up and smelled jasmine outside of my window that somehow stayed open even though I swear I closed it before bed! My husband must have wanted some fresh air. I don’t mind when I get to smell the lovely flowers as I open my eyes every morning.
There is nothing more beautiful than the natural things that God, Allah, or Mother Earth gave us to enjoy, to give us peace and to make us smile. After all, isn’t it lovely when you look through rose colored glasses, or when you feel the soothing embrace of lavender in your bath? Lilacs are wonderful, too, as they give off a sweet aroma that can go for blocks around!
Women get flowers for gifts, too, and it is a wonderful gesture, especially when they are just what the woman wanted. Me? I love those burnt orange colors that roses and carnations give to us. The beautiful scent of roses and the gorgeous hues of red, orange, and yellow all mold together to make a lovely centerpiece for any table.
I would hate to develop allergies to flowers. They mean so much to me. I love to walk through honeysuckle groves, and watch the cherry blossoms and dogwood blossoms in the early spring! I would love to see bouquets of jasmine and magnolia flowers sitting in a large vase in someone’s entryway, welcoming the visitor with an aroma so inviting that they would want to stay for a month instead of the afternoon.
When I was a child I would lay outside in beds of clover flowers; they smell the sweetest of all, and since I wanted to give my mother beautiful presents, I would pick hands full of these sweet little white flowers. My childhood farm smelled of lilacs from the branches of the trees at the corner of the house, and with those clover flowers, and honeysuckle that lined the fence between us and the corn field. The garden was also lined with marigolds to keep the bugs away. But the flowers did not keep us away! Me and my brothers loved to smell the flowers, find out which ones were sweet and which were bitter.
When we grew older we would visit the local flower shop on our way home from the paper route. We would visit and buy flowers for our mother. When she asked, we would say “Just because”. She never asked us “just because what?” She knew. Just because we loved her. Why else would someone buy flowers for another person? Flowers say “I love you!”