Since none of my family grew up in Texas, I'm not sure anyone quite grasps the pride Texans take in their state...and themselves. My seventh grade history class was the study of an entire year of Texas history. I grew up singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" at school assemblies (complete with clapping). Texas was the first and really only state in the Union, no discussion.
So, I also grew up singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas", and consequently, yellow roses became my favorite flower. And being Texan, you better believe that I'm not changing my mind :-)
~Allison~
So I don't really have a particular favorite when it comes to flowers, (maybe bright orange sunflowers?) but I do have some pretty great memories with my Dad regarding flowers. When we lived in our old house in Northville, my dad was crazy into gardening and arranging flowers (think excel sheets with color coordinated blocks for each flower pot/bed, their arrangements around the house, and what flowers would be in them). He would spend many an afternoon/evening just walking around and checking on all his plants/cursing the deer that devoured them. Sometimes he would let my sisters and me pick out flowers and put them into the garden, and watching them grow was one of the coolest things to do. We'd forget about them for a while and then go outside and wham! they'd be tall and blooming.
My other thankful memory involving flowers is all the trips I've taken down to Eastern Market with my family. Eastern Market is this giant outdoor market in Detroit that sells everything from flowers and plants to organic foods to homemade crafts. My family would usually just make a Saturday morning out of it, going down and perusing the vendors, getting to pick out really interesting flowers for an arrangement to brighten up the house, and getting as much cheese, fruits, veggies, and Faygo pop as we could carry. Those dinners after Eastern Market trips were always amazing and I'm thankful for the flowers that first brought my parents down there.
~Johannah~
I really love roses (any color) which stems (pun intended) from my middle name. I also love that flowers automatically brighten up any room. I do love flowers though because they remind me of my parents. For as long as I can remember, my dad has brought home gorgeous flowers for my mom. Whenever the previous flowers died, he would usually bring some home the next day, and they were always beautiful arrangements, most often yellow roses (see above). To me, flowers represent the kind of love that my parents have, and the kind of love that I someday hope to have. I sort of hope that when I get married, my dad will convince my husband to buy me flowers like he did for my mom, because no one can stay mad at a man carrying flowers :)
So, I also grew up singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas", and consequently, yellow roses became my favorite flower. And being Texan, you better believe that I'm not changing my mind :-)
~Allison~
So I don't really have a particular favorite when it comes to flowers, (maybe bright orange sunflowers?) but I do have some pretty great memories with my Dad regarding flowers. When we lived in our old house in Northville, my dad was crazy into gardening and arranging flowers (think excel sheets with color coordinated blocks for each flower pot/bed, their arrangements around the house, and what flowers would be in them). He would spend many an afternoon/evening just walking around and checking on all his plants/cursing the deer that devoured them. Sometimes he would let my sisters and me pick out flowers and put them into the garden, and watching them grow was one of the coolest things to do. We'd forget about them for a while and then go outside and wham! they'd be tall and blooming.
My other thankful memory involving flowers is all the trips I've taken down to Eastern Market with my family. Eastern Market is this giant outdoor market in Detroit that sells everything from flowers and plants to organic foods to homemade crafts. My family would usually just make a Saturday morning out of it, going down and perusing the vendors, getting to pick out really interesting flowers for an arrangement to brighten up the house, and getting as much cheese, fruits, veggies, and Faygo pop as we could carry. Those dinners after Eastern Market trips were always amazing and I'm thankful for the flowers that first brought my parents down there.
~Johannah~
I really love roses (any color) which stems (pun intended) from my middle name. I also love that flowers automatically brighten up any room. I do love flowers though because they remind me of my parents. For as long as I can remember, my dad has brought home gorgeous flowers for my mom. Whenever the previous flowers died, he would usually bring some home the next day, and they were always beautiful arrangements, most often yellow roses (see above). To me, flowers represent the kind of love that my parents have, and the kind of love that I someday hope to have. I sort of hope that when I get married, my dad will convince my husband to buy me flowers like he did for my mom, because no one can stay mad at a man carrying flowers :)
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