Here we are again, on the cusp of another Mother's Day. In the lexicon of those in the flower business, Mother's Day is a combination of both Christmas and New Year's Eve: Christmas in that one can either receive all one has wished for, or not, and New Year's Eve, because all must be accounted for, the good, the bad, the surprising, the disastrous, the serendipitous and the disappointing. There is no silver bullet, no Fairy Godmother, and no miraculous recovery after Mother's Day. Sports analogy time: the bullpen may earn the save, but there is no chance you'll come back from a 12-zip deficit. Its the home stretch; finishing is the goal. You cannot start the game over. There's no reset.
So...it is to return to a sense of proper proportion to wait on our customers Mother's day week. Here is the couple gently lifting their frail mother onto one of our wheeled hand carts so she can ride through the colorful aisles she has been patronizing for nigh unto twenty years. This lovely woman used to bring her less sturdy friends out to the greenhouse, several trips during the spring, choosing a couple of pots or so each visit. Her daughter still plants a sampling of the same flowers her mother always chose; I see these flowers daily all summer long.
The gang at Hurst Greenery disperses to their own homes, yards, gardens. We go 'shopping', examining the flowers on the benches with a gardener's eye, not professional interest. We still have sales to make; will this flat be a leftover? Or will some paying customer ask for it the day after it is watered into my yard? This is an easier decision if the flower in question is slightly flawed, or in an odd sized container. Carrying coals to Newcastle, the pickups and golf carts groan with their colorful cargo. The moms of the family cherish other garden related goodies, gleaned from deliveries of the week: ceramic pots of exotic hue, quaint metal garden ornaments, pot stickers, trellises, solar lamps....
How can I express the gratitude I feel for these loved ones I see day after day. For their tolerance, their support, their exertions, their good nature, their sheer persistence and sense of humor whatever the situation. There is always pain, always disappointment. Less certain is success or triumph. We make do with the beauty of our produce, the occasional compliment, and the satisfaction of our team work.
Happy Mother's Day to all my lovely family........rest up!