The flower of my childhood! I love this Spring blooming bush and it never fails to disappoint in spite of cold weather, too early Springs (is that even possible?) and a tree trimmer planting his ladder right in the middle of it. It always returns stronger than ever!
What I love most, though, is the memories it evokes of a little girl sitting in the grass gently picking one single bloom and then carefully separating the parts of the flower. When I was quite small my mother showed me how to pull the two pink bunnies from the outside and set them side by side. Inside were a pair of earrings I would hang on my little ears and the tiniest pair of slippers for the fairies. At the very center, still clinging to the stem was a magic wand just like Tinker Bell would carry. It was tiny and delicate and at it’s very tip was a powdery yellow bit of fairy dust!
I was in awe that my mother shared this secret of the Universe with me! I don’t think a Spring has passed that I haven’t repeated that little ritual I learned so long ago and I always looked forward to passing this little bit of magic on to the children in my life. What magic from your childhood still lives on in your heart?