Spring is my very favorite time of year. I call it ‘rebirth’. The smell of freshly tilled earth, mud, packed under the fingernails and the hot sun on your back are the emotions I shall never forget. My teenage years were spent on a truck (veggie) farm and it taught me a lot too. When you spoke of the Flower Show it took me back to when I was 10 yrs old and my father rented a display booth at the New York Flower Show. We stayed in New York City for a week setting up the display and I got to wander thru the before hand setting up of this wonderland. To see a 30 ft tree being planted indoors was mind boggling. Flowers by the crates, rolls of green grasses and rolling dollies of bushes…so out of place from what I knew. I watched stone walls and fences going up as men with garden hoses were watering freshly planted greenery… indoors! Needless to say I was in awe, speechless and overwhelmed. The show was a huge success with lots of ho’s and har’s but I got to see how it came together. How fortunate can a little girl get to have such wondrous memories.
My Favorite Time of Year by Elissa Jung
March 3, 2019 by ElderChicks
What a great memory – seeing the New York Flower Show being set up! Thanks for making the memory so vivid, Elissa. I’ll think of you as I walk the show this year.
Elder Chicks- Thanks for the compliment. I’m told my memory is a steel trap, so give me a word, object, time and I’m sure I’ll have at least one story in my vault of memories to share
That sounds awesome. As i was wandering around the Philadelphia flower show the other day i was imagining how it gets put together.