To me, flowers are not just flowers. Flowers are memories. Powerful memories. Memories that root me to the people who made me who I am.
Not very many people grow allamandas- perhaps the bright yellow colour, and the rather commonplace prettiness makes it not sophisticated enough for most homes. But one look at the flower, and I am once again a three year old held up high by her father, so her nose is level with the flower, and she can smell the lack of scent.
Is it any wonder, therefore, that I have a plant in my kids’ balcony?---------