Daddy grabbed the remaining things and we jumped into the car. Daddy drove out of the driveway and onto the desolate street along trees. They are very tall trees. I remember daddy cutting down a tree that was close to the bedroom window. An inch bigger and it would poke right through. “So what are you planning to do in the summer?” Daddy said. “I’m going to read more about flowers and maybe help with a community garden. I know a lot of flowers that we can use for the gardens. But first we need to identify which ones are annuals, perennials, and biennials.” I said. “Why do we need to know that?” Daddy said. “If you have a battery, do you want one that last a long time or a short time?” I said. “I would want one that last a long time.” Daddy said. “This is the same situation. Except you are talking about flowers instead of batteries.” I said. “What are annuals?” Daddy said. “Annuals are flowers that live from seed to plant …show more content…
I saw the beautiful art supplies in the closet. There were easels and canvases with palettes. I saw tubes of paints. On the shelves were jars of beads and buttons. I was immediately drawn to the variegated jars and beads. There were strings and other art things. The closet is a walk in closet which could be made into a tiny studio. Daddy entered the room. “I knew you would find the art room first.” Daddy said. “What are biennials?” Daddy said. “Biennials are flowers that live for two years.” I said. “Daddy, how come you never told me about this house?” I said. “I was thinking about using this as a vacation house.” Daddy said. “Oh.” I said. “Do you want to use the strings and beads?” Daddy said. “Yes.” I said. The beads are tiny and they have different shapes. I grabbed flower beads from a pink jar. I put them on pink strings. I grabbed all of the rose beads and put them on a string. The roses are red. I put them on the table in the living
Once upon a time, very long ago, there was a beautiful, blue eyed princess who daily visited a small village near her huge, and glossy castle. The princesses name was Paisley, and she was crazy for daisies! All she wanted to find were some daisies, and that’s exactly what she found in the small village. A handsome prince was selling talking daisies and Paisley couldn't wait to buy them!
Looking out the window, I spotted my grandmother planting beautiful orchids and dahlias. They swayed in the soft spring breeze as she danced around them, sprinkling droplets of water on their petals. From that moment on, my dream had been to create a garden of my own. The next Saturday, instead of going to the market, I bought seeds, a shovel, watering can, and soil. When I reached home, I started right away on my garden. It was behind the house in a sunny place. About an hour passed and my flowers were all planted. I called my new garden “Ted Myles’ Garden of Smiles”. That was a pretty clever name, huh? After waiting for a few months, I learned my lesson. Never plant in a super sunny spot. I found this out in a very sad way. My flowers never grew. The seeds just sat there under the ground. I watered them, fertilized the soil, watered them again, and yet they still sat there in the soil, still as a statue. But I kept trying, planting seed after seed, determined to receive just a glimpse of green appear over the soil. Finally, a month later, my tulips grew. I took great care of them, making sure they didn’t die, but everything must die
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
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The Protagonist of The Flowers is Myop. She is a 10-year-old African-American “the stick clutched in her dark brown hand (walker)” who sees no wrong in ‘her world’. Myops character is introduced as playful and content. Her character then develops to include curiosity and careless “today she made her own path vaguely keeping an eye out for snakes (Walker).”By the end of the story Myops character evolves in maturity, thoughtfulness and wisdom “Frayed, rooted, bleached, and frazzled—barely there—bu...
“Look at the butterflies!” I said, as they rose up ahead of us and landed on flowers. “So many! All different with beautiful designs! One is striped like a zebra!”
A quinceañera receives a gorgeous gift from a family member on her fifteenth birthday, something that she will carry with her forever. In this cultural celebration for our family, it is very important for the father to give his daughter a special jewelry that resembles his love for her on her fifteenth birthday; the way it presents itself, how it would embody her physically, and how it would be carried throughout the years. My father took time and care in choosing the right gift for his princess. The gift that my father gave me was a necklace that touched my heart. It shines when light hits the gold carvings. It glistens in different shades of yellow when the sun comes out. This necklace started as a real gift of nature, so it has some natural variation in the size and shape. Every ornament is unique! The leaf is plated in copper, nickel, and finally gold. The process of the plating leaf into gold made the importance stronger to me, because it is very time consuming. There are two layers of metals applied to the leaf before the gold was applied. These layers help make the leaf very sturdy and long-lasting. It connects to the chain with an oval clip that has small cuts mimicking the shades and shape of a sea shell. The chain has two thin layers of gold crossing together, creating an ong...
...ots her memory, the blossoms her dreams, and the branches her vision. After each unsuccessful marriage, she waits for the springtime pollen to be sprinkled over her life once again. Even after Tea Cake's death, she has a garden of her own to sit and revel in.
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“This was the address that my aunt gave me when she called last night” I said with an expression of exasperation. “I’ll message my cousin Roxanne and check with her” I said as we got back into the car and I texted my
Miss Lottie is this little, brown skin, old lady who looks Native American. All the children in the neighborhood like to annoy her, since she is old, and she can not do anything to stop them because she moves too slow. The children also like to mess up her marigolds. The marigolds Miss Lottie has planted mean everything to her and she tries to protect them as much as she can. This time, Miss Lottie’s garden benefits her because it shows how she has hope. She lives in a dusty, gray neighborhood with her mentally challenged son, during the Great Depression, and the yellow of her flowers show how she tries her best to be happy and continue having hope and faith that things will get better. In “Marigolds” by Eugenia Collier (Page 410) it says, “When I think of the hometown of my youth, all that I seem to remember is dust—the brown, crumbly dust of late summer—arid, sterile dust that gets into the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat and between the toes of bare brown feet.” In the short story, (Page 410) it also says, “And one other thing I remember, another incongruency of memory—a brilliant splash of sunny yellow against the dust—Miss Lottie’s marigolds. Whenever the memory of those marigolds flashes across my mind, a strange nostalgia comes with it and remains long after the picture has faded.” The marigolds are memorable and stand out. Another way Miss Lottie's garden is beneficial is because even though the garden took Lizabeth’s innocence, she now knows what compassion is and what it really means to grow up. Lizabeth is a fourteen-year-old girl who is transitioning into womanhood. She lives in the same poor neighborhood as Miss Lottie with her mother, father, and brother. Lizabeth is one of the children who like to torment Miss Lottie and her flowers. In the short story “Marigolds,” (Page 419) it says, “The
" November Cotton Flower. " Old folks were startled, and it soon assumed Significance. Superstition saw Something it had never seen before. Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear, Beauty so sudden for that time of year.
The sight is wonder for the eyes, as you cross each little section of flowers. As we continued through, you can see the hard work put into the garden. Each detail and sections are taken with ...
Roses are present in the garden, as they are “the only flowers that impress people” (Mansfield 2581). Mrs. Sheridan orders so many lilies that Laura think it must be a mistake, saying “nobody ever ordered so many” (Mansfield 2584). Satterfield says, “the flower imagery throughout the story serves to keep the reader reminded of the delicacy of Laura’s world. The flowers are splendid, beautiful, and-what is not stated- short-lived.” He goes on to say that Laura “can see only the beauty and not the dying of the flower, and she cannot see that, in many ways, she is very much like a flower herself.” The delicate life of the Sheridan’s is one that must come to an end. It is beautiful like the flowers, but also like the flowers, it will eventually die. As Darrohn puts it, “the Sheridans operate under the illusion that their easy life is natural… rather than produced through others’ labor.” This idea too can be illustrated by the flowers in the story. The roses that fill the gardens are the work of the gardeners who have “been up since dawn” (Mansfield 2581). It seems to Laura that “hundreds, yes, literally hundreds [of roses] had come out in a single night… as though visited by archangels” (Mansfield 2581). The reader can see through the flowers that the Sheridans have a rose-colored view of how their lifestyle
Planning, planting and taking care of my gardens can be a full-time job, but it is a loving habit that I look forward to visiting daily. I try to plant a new perennial each season, this type of flower returns every year and it often multiplies. I usually split these plants year after year and have many varieties without having to spend a lot of money to get your gardens growing. I like to include annuals too; these do not return yearly but it adds beauty and variety to my great collection of flowers.