Week 7: Flower Power

Debby

I’m going off on a tangent this week, and using a homonym. What is a homonym, you might ask. Well, a homonym is a word that is said or spelled the same way as another but with has a different meaning. “Write” and “right” is an example.

So, I am taking “flower power” and writing about “flour power”.

Did you know that during the summer, in Ontario, you can find any number of butter tart festivals? At the time I learned about these tasty day trips, I had been unaware that butter tarts were a Canadian invention. There happens to be a summer contest in my area and my granddaughter happens to work in one of the award winning bakeries...Betty’s Tarts.

In anticipation of summer, and what a beautiful day it was today, I’m submitting two photos, one of the tarts that are oh so good, and one of my granddaughter in front of the awards this bakery has won.

Just a note, the smell of a bakery can make you drool, and wasn’t it nice that there were taste testers on the counter.

Carol

I came up with the idea of “flower power” because I had just taken a class in writing alternate universes and the timeline I had chosen to change was the sixties – you know, the age of free love and flower children.

Once I was set on the idea I started thinking of the power of flowers – the explosion of flowers in the spring, how tenacious they can be, how they can appear in the most unlikely places. This is the time of year when the lawns in our neighbourhood come alive with little purple flowers or crocus so choosing a picture wasn’t that hard.

Unfortunately, I waited a little too long to take the first picture. These are the little purple flowers that tend to show up carpeting local lawns. My neighbour is trying to grow them all along the side of her house but they still tend to escape into her lawn.

The second picture shows what remains of my pond garden in the back corner of my yard. You can easily see where we had an 80 foot poplar tree taken down. Under all that sawdust is the plants that were just starting to establish themselves there. I thought I’d lost them all, but much to my surprise a patch of pennyroyals broke free at the edge of the sawdust.

I think that truly shows the power of flowers.