From the time I was 7 to the time I was 15, we (my family) lived in a basement apartment. There was a lot of area to go outside and play. But there was no part of it that was our own. Nowhere to plant and grow anything.
My mom bought me a "punch and grow" kit at the grocery store. It had directions on how to get the seeds to sprout and what to do once they did sprout. The kit I had was one with flowers; Sweet Williams, which I now know are also called dianthus .
Every time I see Sweet Williams flowers I feel nostalgic and happy.
One summer we took my little kit with it's budding little flowers and planted them in my grandmothers back yard. She lived in Detroit in what I would now consider a small house. But then it was a HOUSE! Not an apartment. With it's own yard, both front and back. My grandmother had a clothes line! She grew tomatoes and probably other things too. I was a wonderful place. She had some toys and puzzles in her front hall coat closet- for the grandchildren to play with. There was a basement, which was always cool in the summer. She had a little box on the outside of her screened porch that was where the mail was delivered. There was a flap inside the box where the mail could be collected. I used to make little notes and drawings and put them in the mail box and say "Grandma, you got mail"!
But, back to those flowers. I know that I have a photo of them somewhere. My kids will no doubt find the picture of some little flowers and wonder what they are and why anyone took a picture of them. I was so incredibly happy and proud of my flowers!
I now how Sweet Williams growing in flower pots in front of my house and in back. They make me smile. Yes they do.
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