Just Another Flower? I Think Not!

Strelitzia (Bird of Paradise), Longwood Gardens

As a child, I wasn’t much interested in the flora or fauna of Hawaii where I grew up. But I do remember the colors of the flowers and leaves of all the plants. Yes, I do remember them all.

When we are traveling and I see some of those same plants, I am compelled to stop, stop right in front of the plant and touch its leaves or smell the blossoms. I try  to recall the placement of that particular plant somewhere back in time–and that feeling is so strong that for a few seconds I am seven or eight or nine, picking leaves off a bush, or making a lei from some flowers in the hot sun of Hawaii.

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Quote of the Day for YOU: In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out.  In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in. ~Robert Brault


11 thoughts on “Just Another Flower? I Think Not!

  1. Beautiful, colorful capture of a lovely flower. Longwood Gardens is one of my favorite places to visit.

    It’s funny how certain things can bring us back to our childhood — scents, sounds, colors.

  2. As a child I lived in South Africa for a while and have very clear memories associated with very specific ‘close ups’ – in smells and minutiae of life: such as a flower in close up, specifically poinsettia and frangipani

    Lovely photo

    • Wow, South Africa! I am often attracted to flowers that come from Africa–there are so many. What an experience and, frangipani–I’ve never seen one anywhere. ps. thanks for the bacon butty link!!

  3. This post is absolutely lovely because it conjures up so many memories as do the flowers for you. When I teach life writing courses or write the memoirs with a client, the senses are so important.

    I’ve written a post about the tastes of memory and the sounds of memory. I always meant to write one about the smells of memory.

    Great post.

  4. Gorgeous picture. In my short time in Hawaii I went through cycles: 1) seeing every blossom because it was so new 2) not seeing anything because there were so many 3) being stunned by the beauty of one single flower or one perfect image. Happy, nostalgic sigh.

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