Flowers were Pressed by Mom in books When I was a little girl Dreaming . . . Mostly violets and bright pure yellow buttercups I remember...

May flowers are childrens' open hearts shiny and splendid simple as morning colors with no names in the garden of life teach us to live…...

My mother, Helen, loved gladiolus.  My father used to buy them for her at the local farmer’s market when I was five. As I was driving...