Flowers are blooming everywhere. I love flowers and gardening. The other day, while I was driving around running errands, I saw a cluster of roadside daylilies. Seeing them brought back beautiful, yet bittersweet memories.
It brought me back to a time when my late husband and I were young, just starting out. We had just bought a small house, didn’t have much spending money after paying bills, but we were happy. While driving, we saw the same kind of orange roadside daylilies. I told him how much I liked them and how I wish I could dig some up for our yard. So, without hesitation, my husband drove back home with me to grab a garden trowel and a bucket. Then we drove back to where we had seen the daylilies. He pulled over at the side of the road and helped me dig up some of them. I should mention that this was in the middle of nowhere, right next to the road. I didn’t steal someone’s flowers. Hmm…at least I don’t think it’s considered stealing if they grow wild at the roadside…
Anyway, that’s the kind of guy he was. If I wanted something, he would get it for me. He would do pretty much anything for me (and I for him). He was wonderful. I mean, how many men would be willing to drive back home, get a garden trowel, drive back and pull over to let their crazy wife dig up roadside flowers? And he was glad to do it because it made me happy. In fact, we sometimes kept the trowel and bucket in the car just for that purpose. Yes, I might have dug up roadside flowers more than once…
As I reminisced about our little roadside adventures, I felt all the love he had for me and felt a warm fuzzy hug around my heart. And I basked in the tender warmth of that beautiful memory and our immeasurable love for each other.