Wednesday, March 3, 2010

He loves me... He loves me not...

They’re here.


I was beginning to worry that the Georgia winter of 2010 had frightened all of the spring blossoms into permanent hibernation or something. These little fellows wake up every year, usually during the month of February. They were a bit late this year, but I had been watching… and waiting… for these jonquils.

They pop up in this field...

...beside this abandoned old house...

...along the 30 country mile commute.

Now to most of the people I know, a jonquil is about three steps above a weed. It’s a wannabe daffodil with that love it/ hate it smell of the narcissus.

But to me, it’s a favorite flower. It reminds me of my early dating days with the husband. I use the term  loosely because it hardly resembles the jet setting date life of this current generation.

The man and I met in college where we were both living on a ramen noodle budget. Since I was child number 4 of 4, and he was number 4 of 5, neither one of us was afforded the a limousine lifestyle. 

In fact, there wasn't a set of wheels between us. Our dates were limited to those places within walking distance and usually involved anything that we could do for free.

So every afternoon, weather permitting, we would take a walk.

And we ( that would be mostly I ) would talk. I would yakkity yak across the campus and  through the Athens side roads. (The man should probably wear a button of full disclosure that he knew exactly what he was getting when he married me…)

One afternoon, in the spring of our relationship, I noticed a patch of jonquils bursting into bloom. I  was delighted.  He called them weeds and said he wasn't at all fond of a jonquil, but then he  reached down and plucked up a yellow weed bouquet and handed it to me.  

And that's how it all started.

 In the months that followed, he helped himself to a variety of plucked bouquets, most of which were pilfered from random gardens along our talking route. While I talked, he did flower surveillance and a commando raid on some unsuspecting blossom.

It was an adventure.

Of course when the Duchess heard about the Great Plucking Adventure, she nearly fainted.

That is STEALING, Deb-rah!

 It was? Seriously, we never considered that gardeners would mind a random pluck or two in the interest of true love. Aren't flower lovers the ultimate romantics? 

Well, either due to guilt... or fear that there was an APB out for the phantom Romeo of Milledge Avenue… or probably because the newness wore off of the relationship… he eventually stopped the serial petal plucking.

But to this day, when I see a patch of jonquils burst forth in the early spring, I remember those walks and the skinny boy who used to pluck me flowers a when he couldn't afford  to take me to dinner.

And I pluck myself a bouquet.

Or two…

And it always makes me smile.


Anonymous said...

Beautiful tribute to the man you love!!


Amy Kinser said...

What a great story. You shared that beautifully. Thanks for sharing...

Beverly said...

What a lovely story and so romantic:) My hubs when we first started dating would leave a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk at work each week. I worked days and he worked swing (at the same college), so he put them their at the end of his shift. They were the most beautiful and unique arrangements. I was floored, because he is known to be a bit cheap and I was flattered that he would spend so much on me. One day they just stopped appearing on my desk. After about a month, I felt we were far enough along in the relationship to ask why there were no more flowers. His response: the flower arranging class had ended! He had been going over once a week and the teacher would give him a bouquet because he locked up her classroom for her. You got to love a romantic man:)

mary dee said...

is there anything you won't do for a good picture...jeez

Debbie said...

Just be grateful that I didn't wait until this weekend and take the picture of the jonquils... behind my girls.

Linda W said...

Sweet memories... Do love your bouquet, lovely!

Anonymous said...

I also wait in antipication for the first wild flowers to show their faces here in Texas and just get plum excited when the first ones pop out! Then I know for sure winter is over and spring is comming! Not as romantic but just as nice!

Jennie said...

I think you should still take the jonquils...behind your girls. It would make the picture even that much prettier!

This made me smile abundantly, as your posts never fail to do. (Unless they make me a little weepy, but that's okay too!) This was very, very sweet.


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