I grew up a total daddy’s girl.
After two boys,my mother was overjoyed to have a girl.She tried dressing my in frou-frou clothes.
But I wanted to be with my dad.
In his garden,in the summer.
And,in the winter,in his greenhouse.
And when Michael,the Elder,was born,guess who held my hand?
Michael’s dad was in the Navy and was away,on a ship.It was the Vietnam era,after all.
Readers of this blog know my Dad loved his orchids.
That’s why he built the greenhouse.To house them in the winter.
Fast forward,about 50 + years.After my mother passed,and it was time for him to go to an ALF,he let me have his orchids.
The only advice he gave me was,”Don’t baby them.They grow in the mountains for God’s sake.They can take a lot.”
I tried to follow his advice,and ignored them.
I’m good at benign neglect.Very,very good….
And they bloomed.
We actually divided the largest up and gave one to Erich,the Younger.
He’s a gardener just like his Grandpa.Oh,so very like his Grandpa.
But,after he died three years ago,they stopped blooming.
What have I done?
It’s been three years,since my Dad passed,and not a bloom….