I wish you knew my mom. She seems harmless enough- a kindergarten teacher, the oldest of 4 kids, responsible, fun to be around, and honest. But her dad (my P.Pop) and all her sisters and brother have a common thread, that I am pretty sure has been passed to me. I don’t even know how to begin to describe this characteristic, but I can try.
My mom loves to look at houses. Not just the ones for sale or the ones that have an “Open House” sign posted out front. But any house that is being built. She will just want to walk around and see how the layout is different from other houses. No mind that there is a “No Trespassing” sign out front. P.Pop also passed down to all his children (and then grandchildren) his thrifty mindset. See something on the side of the road?! Pull over- pick up that “trash” someone else threw out. We can fix it up! Paint it! Refinish it! Snooping around houses, picking things up off the side of the road, being resourceful- whatever you want to call it, this gene runs deep within our family.
So, it comes to no surprise to me that my mom wanted to dig up some wildflowers on a road near her house. The flowers were on a construction site for houses going up in the area. “They are just going to be trampled on!” was our reasoning, so we went for it. P.Pop, in his 80’s, was down for an adventure as was I, so we started scheming. (During all this scheming, my dad and husband are trying to stay as far away as possible as to not be roped in to doing anything illegal with us). We would wait until it was sunset, sneak up to the wildflowers, pack them up in buckets, throw the buckets in our trunk, and drive away! SCORE!
The plan went pretty smoothly and we didn’t get arrested or pulled over for questioning. We planted the wildflowers as soon as we returned home (in the dark) so they would look as natural as possible in our garden. “Wildflowers? No, those are expensive flowers we imported from out west. Planted them long ago.”
This was a stealthy operation, so naturally my pictures are somewhat blurry, but you get the idea.
The finished transplant looked great- it was just too dark to take a final picture. P.Pop hung in there and went right to work to get the evidence out of the trunk and into the ground. We made it back safely and now my mom has a little addition to the back of her garden. I love long weekends.