I guess I used to pick my Motherâ€™s flowers. She took a picture to prove it.
My Mom took this photo and she wrote â€œPickin my flowers again.â€ Apparently I was a repeat offender. It also looks like I might have a dirty face in this photo. This was more than likely taken during the summer of 1954..I would have been almost three years old.
Mom picked one of the lousiest places for a flower bed..the earth was hard there and hardly grew grass. She moved the flower bed eventually..near the outhouse..flowers grew really good over there.
My Mom still grows flowers that I would like to pick.
This is one of my favorites from her garden last week.
A Large Bearded Iris..my favorite flower color yellow! I resisted temptation..and did not pick any of her flowers, however I did take some photos of them:)