My Nana Flowers
When I was little and visiting my family in Mexico, I would love to go out in the garden with my Nana (Grandmother) and help her with here flowers and plants. Of course I really did not help any, more of just playing in the dirt.
There was these flowers that to me were huge, I had never seen flowers so big so they always caught my attention. The smell of the rose's the bee's buzzing around, the smell and feel of the dirt have been imprinted in my head. The voice of my Nana telling me what plant is good for headaches, stomach problems, what plant is good to make a paste and put on a wound. What plants and flowers make a excellent tea.
I will never forget her white & pink rose's that gave off such a aroma that you could smell them threw the kitchen window on those warm summer day's.
Unfortunately, my Nana passed away when I will still very young. To young to understand all that I had missed, to young to understand all the things she could have taught me. To young to remember to cherish every moment I did have with her. To young to remember a lot of memories of her, but what I do remember..... the Nana flowers as I called them back then and still do today.
A few years ago while I was in Mexico, I brought some Nana flowers and rose's home with me. After all these years her garden is still there and looks just as beautiful as it did as a child. The first thing I do when I go visit my family is to go look and walk in my Nana's garden.
Well, today my Nana flowers bloomed, and the aroma of her rose's are just as strong as ever. Every time I see or smell those flowers, I think of my Nana...... My Nana flowers