How appropriate

When my kids screw up (believe it or not, they still do), I say, “How’d that happen.”  The truth of the matter is, I know.  They take after me. 

My daughter Coco knows I love irises and since she digs and plants for a living, she brings me, I thought free, bulbs.  But often because they take nothing out of her pocketbook, I don’t get around to planting them right away.  Actually, it has nothing to do with being free.  It has everything to do with being lazy.  In fact I wait so long, it’s a miracle if they come back to life at all.

“Where’d you plant the purple and white iris?” she asked, as the spring flowers began to bloom this year.

“I’m so mad,” I state, eyeing the yard.  There was a noticeable gap where I thought it should be growing had the bulb survived it’s near death encounter.  “Looks like the gardener tore it out.  Why would he do that?”

“That’s what you get for hiring a mow and blow guy,” my daughter says.  “I paid $10 for that bulb.”

Darn, now I’m feeling really guilty.  I’ll have to be more mindful of the bulb… if there is a next time.

Then, how appropriate, this day before Easter, I walk out into the back yard, and there is this gorgeous iris. 

I send the photo I snap to Coco as evidence of my deep concern for all she gives me, with a message, “How appropriate for Easter.  What we thought was dead, lives.”

Guess I didn’t plant it in the front yard afterall.

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