
Years ago I went flower shopping for the very first time, best friend in tow. It was the nursery section of Builder’s Square and I had $20 burning a hole in my pocket. Flower money, which was also a first. My new home had a row of established lilacs bordering the grassland beyond and I wanted a pretty little flower bed underneath them. Suddenly my “friend” shouts out, “Hey they named a flower after you!” I was like, “Really?” Her reply, “Impatient!” Funny girl, but I bought them. This started my love of these little flowers and every year after that I planted them under my lilacs.






