There's Just Something About Flowers...

by Jayme Burnett-Green

For as long as I can remember, while she was alive, my Grandmother would chastise me for, "rushing the season."  I made it a consistent practice to violate the old, "no white before easter or after Labor Day," rule.  I am probably a big part of why I have labeled my children seasonally challenged, but that's another story.  I have never wintered well.  I love to be surrounded by nature and have never grown accustomed to cold.  I am the person who is still trying to wear flip-flops in winter.  I live for the freakishly warm days, that I deem as gifts from above, during the gray and brown months. 

When I was a little girl, we lived in Arlington, Virginia.  I think that's where I first fell in love with the "early bloomers."  The Cherry Blossoms on the Potomac were so stunning and the story behind how they came to be the stunning display of Spring, they are today.  The cherry blossoms, cottonwood, dogwood, mimosa, forsythia, fire bush, tulips, daffodils, iris, and the other early bloomers are my saving grace.  Just when I don't think I can take another overcast day; they bloom.  Courageously, they bloom with their bright vibrant colors or soft pastels, when there is still a bit of nip to the air; I am forever in their debt.  

So, as a Grasshopper Girl, I am always looking for the opportunity to bring more Spring and Summer to my indoor spaces.  My family has joked that our home looks like Jumanji during the transitional months.  I have done my best to learn the art of container gardening, alas, some of my flowers just cannot survive due to my inability to tilt the axis of the earth to allow more natural light.  I truly, mourn the losses of my flowers and plants that pass away, but over the years, I have learned very creative ways to help survive and not encroach, too much upon the spaces we share with family that views our friendship as more than a little odd and very inconvenient, lol....

Please keep this information in mind as you peruse my little shop.  A Grasshopper Girl always rushes the season because she has never had the patience required to winter well.