Pretty Flowers!!!!

My little Lourdes is definitely cut from the same cloth as her MeMa. My mom has always loved to garden, taking pride in her numerous flower pots scattered around every entry door to her house. She feeds the birds religiously everyday and makes sure she has her bird bath filled with fresh water for the feathered friends.

NOTE: Don't mistake her for the Bird Lady though that walks through Central Park with pigeons perched on her shoulders while using her overcoat as a toilet. She is liable to spray you with her hose.

Lourdes has obviously grown up away from the daily influence of her MeMa but she shares a lot of loves with her that have no other option but to be encoded in her DNA. I sure didn't teach her to love flowers and chirpy birds. My thumb is brown; nowhere close to green and birds are cute and sound nice when they sing, but I don't go out of my way to buy seed to feed them and give them fresh water everyday. (Although I did buy seed once and none of them bothered coming over so I was left with a driveway full of seed that everyone just slipped on.)

ANYWAY, every day when Lourdes and I go to lunch with Noah at his school, she is bound and determined to find a weed that has some kind of flower attached to the end of it. Mind you, we're not talking about beautiful roses, but yellow flowers that are either weeds or wild flowers that pop up sporadically throughout a field of grass. She runs as fast as she can the split second she catches sight of a yellow flower and picks it without hesitation and clings to it like it's the last thing she'll ever gasp in her tiny hand. She'll hold it and love it until the petals fall off or it hardens to a crisp. I've found countless dried weed/flowers in the sides of her car seat where she likes to store her little treasuries every day that she picks one.

In fact, she loves flowers so much that she decided to pull up a "fancy flower" roots and all from the garden downtown at the Co-Cathedral 2 Sunday's ago when we went to church. It was freshly planted and still adjusting to life in its new soil when she bent down and gave it a good yank! The entire plant came out of the black potting soil in the garden area and we laughed and quickly told her to put it back down in its home. She was surprised but said "OOOOH okay!" and we moved on to pick her a miniature rose from another more mature plant. That seemed to appease her.

I'm so in love with this little darling of mine and am lucky she is made so happy by the little things like flowering weeds growing in random fields of grass. If only we could all take a lesson from her about loving the simple things in life.