Good evening, I know that I am much later today on my blog. The day has gone by like a whirlwind. I began early this morning and have just stopped at 7:30 this evening. The good news is that today was filled with meeting lots a wonderful people. I also made a business contact with an Alpaca Farm...much more to come on that pretty soon.
As for today's blog, I just happen to be running out of the house on my way to a meeting when I reached the bottom of my front stairs and noticed my Hosta plants had bloomed. In that instant, memories of my childhood flooded back to me. I recalled my grandmother having Hosta's line the gangway to the one side of our house. For those of you who may not know what a Hosta is...let me explain. It is a lower growing plant with larger teardrop shaped leaves and they have shoots that bloom with lavender tear shaped buds that blossom into sweet bell shaped flowers. Well, those of you who may know the plant might have done the same as I did in my youth. I used to love to pinch the closed bud to see whether or not it would pop. It was a simple thing, yet so exciting to hear that marvelous sound....and disappointing at the same time to realize you were too late or that someone else had popped your buds.
As I reached the steps this morning I stopped in my tracks and stared around....dare I? Of course I should! I bent over and felt like a child all over again. POP! POP! the sound was just as exciting now as it was then.
When I had popped my share, I hopped into my car and took off for a meeting. On my way, I couldn't help but wonder whether the popping of those buds did any damage to the blooms. I searched around and couldn't find anything on the subject. I just guess this is one of those things that perhaps God just did for our pleasure and enjoyment. I could never pass up those flowers without a pinch or two...and I suppose I have not outgrown the urge. I bet there are not many of us that can say they still are tempted to give it a little squeeze. Memories of days gone by...oh happy day!