Monday, May 9, 2011

Mother's Day

In 1988, I was an unhappy graduate student in Comparative Literature at the University of California. On Mother's Day, a friend and I went down to Bloomers in La Jolla which, at the time, operated outside of Saks beneath an overhang on beautiful beige and rose flagstone. I was buying flowers for a neighbor and the flagstone was covered with buckets filled with flowers I had never seen before. The scene there was so achingly lovely that I decided right then to leave graduate school and begin my life in flowers: and I did. The next week, I was sitting on a plastic bucket in a Supermarket Parking lot cleaning mums. The smell of them still reminds me of that first week at My Flower Shop, a kiosk on a busy street in San Diego. It's one reason why I love Mother's Day. And how I love the month of May!!

4 comments:

flwrjane said...

Wow, that's quite a story. And then what?

xo Jane

webb said...

That, dear girl, takes guts! Glad things have worked out so well, and who can resist the smell of mums?

bowstreetflowers said...

Jane...you ARE a story lover! More later...
Webb, ya know, it was like falling into the perfect slot!

rachel said...

What a great tale! And how encouraging to know that your brave impulsive step worked out so well for you.