Childhood Flowers

When I was a child all weeds and flowers were fascinating to me.  I would pick the dry flowers from the dandelions and blow them all over the yard.  We called them Santie Clauses.  The dried seeds from the maple trees were called helicopters.  We would throw them in the air and watch with fascination as they twirled to the ground.

One of my favorites was the buttercup.  We would pick one and put it under another person's chin.  If it showed yellow under their chin, then they liked butter.  Silly, but fun.  I still show children these things.

I would pick handfuls of yellow dandelions to take into the house for my Mom.  She always put them into a glass of water.  Sometimes I would pick little, purple violets.  It seemed like they took forever to pick because they were so tiny.  She would put them in water in a little shot glass.

To this day, I still have some dandelions, buttercups and wild violets in my yard which is a little over an acre.  I don't believe in using chemicals on my lawn.  I have flower beds everywhere.

Before the rains came recently, I picked some violets and put them in a shot glass in my kitchen.  And guess what? I still like butter!!