Inspirational
When Flowers Bloom
Just across our house, this refreshing view greets me every morning:
It’s the first thing that catches my eye when I open our gate. These bougainvilleas somehow bloom every day, rainy season or dry.
Flowers of every kind never fail to stun me, even if I am a total failure at gardening. That’s probably why I paint flowers instead (now and then) . . .
And write about them—which I did from the first page to the last in “When Flowers Bloom,” the 3rd book in the Oh, Mateo! series (illustrated by Beth Parrocha-Doctolero).
How? By planting them, embroidering them, crocheting them, quilting them, knitting them, drawing them, painting them, etc. etc. etc. on fans, baskets, bags, vases, curtains, scarves, etc. etc. etc.
Only one little boy, Mateo, and her father, who remained awake while everyone slept before sleeping time, welcomed her.
But in the morning, how could anyone not notice a happy lady (“It is easier to be happy than to be sad!”) wearing a floral dress and flowers on her hair, who lived in a house that bloomed with flowers from the roof to the ground?
And what do you know? The townspeople were roused from stupor into excitement. And they, too, made flowers bloom!