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Carol Perkins: Flowers make me happy

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By Carol Perkins

Surrounding myself with flowers makes me happy. That is why a trip to a greenhouse or any store that has a garden shop draw me inside.

Last year, I ignored anything outside the back or front door of my house as if I lived in a condo. Guy kept the yard looking nice, but I didn't set out one flower or put any in pots. I must have been in a slump. This year, however, I have already loaded my pots with color and even watered them. Guy is impressed.

My interest could be because of the lights now strung under the porch (around 40 feet) on my patio, which I could not justify the need to my questioning husband as he stood on a ladder with an electric drill and screws.


Of course, he wasn't too excited about having to make a trip to the local hardware store after he was on the ladder and discovered the screws that he thought would work were too short. To his credit, he kept his cool while sweat seeped from his brow, and I was quiet while he worked. The lights inspired me.

In stringing them from post to post, he dropped the lights twice, bursting two bulbs in the process. "I will replace them," I said. "Just keep going with the strings." He frowned.

"You know you won't be on this deck twice all summer, don't you?" He wasn't expecting an answer. Then he said, "I think there are some bulbs in a drawer that will fit."

Once the lights were up and on, we stood in the yard and admired how pretty they looked. "Those two bulbs I put in are too bright." I assured him they were fine and didn't bother me. The next day he came home with the right bulbs. The flowers on the deck and the lights shining at night create a beach feeling without the sand. I go out in the morning, have coffee, and watch the birds eating the fresh feed before the squirrels highjack the feeder just to prove Guy wrong.

Oprah once said to surround yourself with fresh flowers. That would be nice, but who can do that? She wouldn't have a plastic flower near her, and I was never a fan of plastic flowers, either, until I noticed how real some look.

Recently, I purchased some fake flowers that Guy thought were real. At church, the lady who does our flowers for the front table usually uses fresh ones (she has a knack for arranging flowers that I admire), but sometimes I will feel them just to make sure. The arrangement I put on my brother's grave looked so real that I vowed it would be on someone's table before dark.

In my pots on the front steps, I have artificial geraniums that look so real I want to sniff them. They also don't require attention. I'm not opposed to artificial flowers, but fresh ones do smell nice.

Occasionally, Guy will bring home a bouquet of flowers because he knows how much I like them. He doesn't wait for a special occasion. I never knew anyone who didn't appreciate the beauty of flowers. I want mine while I'm alive.


Follow Susan and Carol-Unscripted on 99.1 the Hoss in Edmonton on Tuesdays from 10amCT to 11amCT and replay on Sundays from 4pmCT to 5pmCT. Listen to Carol's podcast at spreaker.com/user/carolandcompany for entertaining stories and a replay of Susan and Carol-Unscripted.


This story was posted on 2019-05-30 06:53:49
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