Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall Flowers!

The other day I was washing dishes, one of the chores that I really dislike with a passion, but someone has to wash them. And that someone is me. So, I was looking out of the window and I have a marvelous of the parking lot and the back of the building that is next door. Two of those apartments have back doors and little small yards. So, one of my neighbors was getting out of his car and he was holding a bouquet of flowers. I don't know if he is married or not but from time to time I do see a female come out of the back door with her bike and her blue helmet riding off  to somewhere with a black backpack. So, I was admiring the pretty bouquet of colorful flowers. I don't know what kind they were but they were medium sized and colorful. He walked in carrying them in one hand a bag in the other.

I love flowers and especially fresh flowers in bouquets. When I lived alone, a million years ago, I used to buy them at the grocery store and put them on the dining room table. My grandmother when she would come over would ask who gave them to me and I would tell her I gave them to myself. She would laugh and then ask if I was expecting company because most of the time I had placemats on the table and a table cloth. I usually wasn't. I didn't cook for that many people so most of the time it was just because I liked it.

I used to get the promise of flowers from various men I would date from time to time when I was younger but the only actual time I got them was once from a neighbor who I was casually seeing when I was in my early 20's and that was one flower on Valentines Day. I didn't get a wrist corsage like the other girls when I went to my sophomore dance at my school, the "soph-hop" I don't know why but my wrist was "naked" in the picture but almost all the other girls wrists weren't. I guess my date was cheap or didn't care. I really didn't complain or say much about it just enjoyed the dance. That was when I was 15. After the flower from Valentines Day my neighbor got me it was a long, long time before I saw another hand holding flowers for me. The next time is when I sprained my ankle at a job I had in San Francisco. The company sent me flowers. After that the drought began and well, let's just say if I want them I buy them myself.  Which really doesn't bother me at all.

The last person I "dated" online for a few months he always talked about flowers but they never appeared at my doorstep. Maybe he was talking about for someone else. Who knows these days. Just like the old days people will tell you anything and hope you fall for it. But, I always look at the actions and see if they match what is coming out of their mouths.

So, one day I am going to plant my own flowers. I don't know when and I don't know where but I put the seeds on my "wish list" on Amazon so I won't forget about them. My flower garden is coming one of these days.