Friday, November 24, 2017

Ode to Strawflowers

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One day last September, when we were visiting Piercen's family in Germany, his aunt Christa brought home a bouquet of strawflowers for the kitchen table. She said that she loved strawflowers, but that they always made her a little sad because seeing them at the flower stand meant that summer was ending.

Fast forward to February when I was paging through the spring seed catalog, and I found a listing for strawflower seeds. Fast forward to July, and those beauties started blooming. I got a stunning bouquet from them at least once, sometimes twice, a week. Even after the first frost, the flowers themselves stayed just as lovely while the stems were done for. I dried almost all of them and used over half to make a stunning wreath for the front door.

I never thought my favorite thing to grow would be a flower, but if I grow only one thing from now on, it will be strawflowers. And they will always make me think of Christa and our family's wonderful September in Germany. 

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