I've posted a lovely poem at my Something Olde blog ~ Lilacs by Amy Lowell. This poem is like a story that the bloom conjured up for the poetess, with thoughts of old New England. I love lilacs, the various colors, the scent, the freshness of spring in the air.
Spring flowers make me think of my grandmothers. I liked to pick them as a child and bring them a bouquet of color. My Nana had an enormous Forsythia bush in her yard so I have a special reminder of her each spring when the bright yellow flowers burst forth.
Lily of the Valley was also planted by my Nana's front door. This delicate flower signifies not only reminds me of our Saviour, The Lily of the Valley, but in the language of flowers it means "the return of happiness". When I remarried my husband we used this as our wedding flower. Our first wedding was 26 years ago tomorrow. After being apart for over 10 years, we remarried 4 years ago next week. Same month, but a brand new day.
Flowers are delightful reminders that can invigorate the senses and inspire us to tell our stories.
Have flowers ever inspired any of your writings? Could they?
What are your favorite spring blooms?