This morning, on my first walk since arriving in Door County, I was delighted to see poppies growing along the lane as I walked out to the road for my early morning time of reflection and exercise. As I looked at the poppies, growing in clumps here and there, I thought back to my Ukrainian grandmother’s front yard. It was a mass of flowers of every color and description. But the queen of her flower garden was always the poppy. There was a square of these red flowers, perhaps ten feet square, standing sentry over the rest of the flowers and to some degree standing sentry over the house and the rest of the yard. Judi Ekholm’s marvelous paintings of poppies capture some of the rapture that I feel when I remember the poppies blowing gently in the summer wind of my grandmother’s flower garden.
The flowers that we have experienced all have a story to tell as they intersect with our lives. Write a flower story and remember the flowers of your life.