I am beginning to believe that most things in life that we come to love are connected in some way with something else that pulls on our heart-strings. There are so many things that captivate or inspire me that I later realize remind me of something else. The layers of our affections seem to run deeper than just what our eyes are attracted to. I'm very interested to find out why people love certain smells or why colours make you feel a certain way.
Boronia has become one of those things for me. Although it is so beautiful on it's own it also connects me with something much more important in my life. Boronia is relatively new in the everyday flower shops in Ontario. I think I first started seeing it in the early spring about five or six years ago & instantly loved it's flowy shape with little bell-shaped blooms. It originally comes from southwest Australia & has a fabulous sweet & comforting smell. It's hot pink colour makes it stand out in designs & people always notice it.
Now I am not normally a fan of the colour pink... This surprises many people because so much of my life is feminine & I work with pink so often. I do like some pink flowers but in general I lean more towards the masculine & non traditional. Perhaps it was growing up with so many sisters that made me feel this way or maybe I'm just trying to balance all the other girly things in my life. I did, however, have a very warm & wonderful queen of pink in my life.
My Grandma Jean was one of the most influential people in my life & she shared my deep love of flowers. When I think of her I think of softness, sweetness & delicate beauty. She loved roses, lilacs, peonies, phlox, tulips, hyacinths, violets & anything with delicate little petals. She was a spring person in every way with colours of pastels, shades of pinks, lavender & soft yellows. She was our Easter bunny & I had her in my life for 25 amazing years. Two years ago she lost a very short & intense battle with lung cancer. It was one of the most heartbreaking & devastating things I've experienced. I wasn't able to be with her everyday like I wanted to so I made sure she had flowers everyday. I sent fresh flowers to her every week for the last 5 months of her life because I knew that was something that would make her smile & it made me feel like I was with her in some way.
One of the flowers she grew to love in those last few months was Boronia. I sent a mix of all types of flowers during that time but a few, like Boronia, stood out to her. It was a new one for her & I always asked for it while it was in season. She said that it was cheerful & that she loved the scent. It became something we would talk about of the phone & I would smell it in the flower shops to feel like I was with her. The last week I sent flowers she was not conscious anymore but I wanted her to have flowers to smell. I asked for lilies, stock, eucalyptus & boronia. When I walked in the room to say my last goodbye to her I could smell the flowers & I think she could too.
There will always be a connection between my Grandma Jean & myself when it comes to flowers. When I smell boronia it makes me miss her but also feel blessed to have had her in my life. She was an amazing woman that left a deep imprint on my heart & on my daily life. I hope to have many other connections like this in my life & I hope other people do to. Connections to people are what stay with you & life is far too short to miss out on any of them.
CHEERS to hot pink & loving those in your life fiercely!
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