My Mom has grown 12′ trees from avocado pits. I tried to do the same last week. My brother came over and asked why I had submerged a dirty avocado pit in a small glass of water.

Me: “Duh. Growing a tree.”

Nicky: “Yeah. No.”

It turns out I missed that lesson somewhere along the way. Nick apparently inherited more of a green thumb than I did… Maybe it was all of those Saturday mornings, which I chose to spend sleeping in… Nick, curled up watching Martha Stewart with Mom, talking plants & recipes. He has the concrete knowledge, and I have the DNA, which allows me to think I know what I’m doing, and feel attracted to such tasks, but stop short at the point where really knowing what you’re doing can be totally helpful. OH, and I am impatient and impulsive too. So that’s great.

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Every time we go to visit my parents, my Mom gives us a tour of her gardens. She teaches us and quizzes us. For a moment in time there, I was getting a text every morning with a flower of the day.

These were three floral moments that struck a chord with me. She so beautifully arranges them and cares for them.. she grows things out of nothing and from nothing. She has a very special touch, that I, as her favorite daughter of a flower, know so well. I can’t blame those flowers for being so healthy, happy and beautiful, because Rosetta the Great brought them to life and nourishes them every day. Ok, Ok I have to give my Pop some credit too. He’s especially into gardening these days. He and my Mom are quite the scene.. when we pull up they’re both gardeners galore, in their gear… bandanas and wheelbarrows. Love those two so much it hurts.