The pansies and lilies of the valley are for my mother. The lilacs are for my beautiful cousin Mary. The bleeding heart, sweet peas, and carnations are for my maternal grandmother, Grandma Stewart. My paternal grandmother, Grammy, grew beautiful hydrangeas and loved pink roses. Her husband, Grandad, grew a rose called double delight. After he died I planted one for myself. Violets are always reminiscient of Aunt Betty, my mom's sister. My dad wasn't really a flower person himself, but he always gave my mother beautiful bouquets on special occasions. Sometimes, I got one too. Now my husband carries on the tradition. The fern and ivy relate to the time I lived in the Pacific Northwest, a place where I always felt at home. Finally, the orchid is in honor of my husband, with whom I've spent many wonderful weeks in Kauai. Each time we go, we get a bouquet of orchids from the farmer's market. I think orchids must be my favorite flower. I haven't forgotten the bugs. Those are for my brother, who taught me about bees, butterflies, and moths. He loves flowers too but we wouldn't have the flowers without the insects.
There are many more flowers, linked with memories of my special people and places. Perhaps I'll need to do a sequel to this postcard.