Happy Plants

I'm so excited about my new profitable expression. I have an artistic nature, ever since I used to hang out in my room as a child drawing anything and everything with a pencil that my father sharpened with his pocket knife and some blank paper from my Aunt Thelma. She worked in a paper mill in Luke, Maryland. During visits the smell coming from the plant was pretty nasty. When asking my parents about it, they said, "that's Aunt Thelma's bread and butter"; needless to say, I avoided bread and butter at meal time at Aunt Thelmas. A product of the fifites, I entered one of those "Draw Me" contests from a magazine when I was about 9 years old.

I WON~Art Lessons!

My mother may have secretly paid for them. She never mentioned it. Those magazine contests were all a scam. Like the time I answered one like  this.......

I received a box of flower seeds. My mother was so angry when she received the invoice, she called up the company and complained, LOUDLY. She didn't want me walking around the neighborhood selling things; unbeknownst to her I had been doing that since third grade. Kathy Sinclair and I raided our storage room. My father was a former salesman for Fuller Brush so we had tons of leftover plastic pronged soap dishes. Kathy and I went door to door selling them for 5 cents each. All the money went for CANDY! Candy Kid was the nickname my mother gave me for right reasons.
So, after she calmed down she agreed to pay for them if I planted them. I was so excited when she gave me my own plot of land (about 8 feet along the back of the house) to plant my flower seeds. What a wonderfully fulfilling experience that was. That's where my true appreciation for the beauty of flowers began, watching them and feeding them with water everyday. They flourished. They were gorgeous. I was so proud.

“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” ~Buddha

I remember a neighbor had succulents in her backyard. I didn't know what they were back then, I was in grade school. They never taught us botany in grade school, a shame. It was what I know now as a Jade Plant. We used to pick off a leaf, squeeze out its innards and blow into it's thin, green shell. We called them frogs. They were our play frogs. An imagination was a staple in our mid to low-income neighborhood. A string with a button in the middle, empty boxes to create a playhouse, or even a stack of cut-up trees to crawl in was FUN!
No more making frogs and I have a refreshed respectable love and fascination for succulents, including the Jade Plant I abused as a child.

This is my first installment towards a business that will profit so I can keep doing what makes me happy. And I may have to go door to door, in a sense.

UPDATE: Setup a site for inventory and business progression updates. HBFloralandHardy.com

click here...Healdsburg Floral and Hardy...click here