by Renée (Customer Service)
I’ve always had a fascination with flowers for as long as I can remember. Some weeds too if I’m to be honest, like wild vetch, and of course dandelion, after all who had “wild” daisies to play the “loves me, loves me not” game?! Ha! No one! We played with dandelions. It goes back to my childhood really. I remember growing up in Panama the abundance of flowers and fruit that grew right outside our apartment (well, more like quarters, Daddy was in the Army).
It was a warm tropical environment and sunny everyday, except the rainy season of course. We had a banana tree with actual bananas on it. They were tiny little bananas that were kind of hard to peel but worth the effort. And there was a little round fruit, it was kind of hairy and had a thin shell. We would pick them off the tree then sort of crack them open and peel the shell away. Inside was the most delicious peach colored fruit. Pretty sure there was pit too, but somehow I just don’t remember. We called them gennups but I don’t know why, we were just kids so we might have made the name up. I have never seen the fruit again since we left Panama but I’ve thought about it many, many times. Sort of haunts me…not knowing the name for sure. If anybody knows what it was, please, please tell me!
I was outside one day with my friend Billy. He was a tow headed scrawny little boy with the biggest smile and sweetest disposition. There was this pretty flower, on a long stem, maybe a bush, don’t really know for sure, but I was so drawn to it. I walked over and just as I touched it, a lady came out of her house and yelled, “don’t touch that kids! I’ve been trying to grow that orchid for over a year!” But it was too late. Just as she went back in the house the flower broke free from the grasp of its stem. I panicked and asked Billy to come hold it just until I could make my escape. And he did! I cried buckets over that flower and it’s still fresh in my mind to this day, and I see it in every orchid bloom I foster now.
It is such a simple thing, kids being kids. It’s funny though how that simple moment in my early life made the love of growing blossom in me.