Our theme this month is Romance in Bloom. I know plenty about romance but the bloom
part I’m a bit weak in. My mom is one of
those people who has a bona fide green thumb. Growing up, we had so many plants
all over the house. We had five picture windows, and every one of them was
filled to the brim with plants.
The kitchen window over the sink housed many of the cacti
and smaller plants. We even had a Venus Fly Trap at one point. My sister and I
used to love feeding it hamburg.
Watching the greedy little mouth close up was fascinating.
The most impressive window was the one in the living room.
It was a huge bay window that went from floor to ceiling. The curtain over it
closed in front and at times we used it as a stage. But first we’d need to move
all the plants. They hung from the ceiling and graced small tables in front of
it. I used to joke that we didn’t need a Christmas tree, we could just hang
lights on all the plants.
So it was quite disappointing when my thumb turned out to be
black. It caused plants to die. Even the ones where people said, “Oh, you can’t
kill that plant. They’re so hearty.” It never failed that every year while I
was teaching, I’d get a plant or two from a student or a
group gift from the class. After telling everyone how much I loved it and
thanking them, I’d give it the sign of the cross and last rites. Then I’d
take it home to die.
The only hope these poor greens had was if my mother happened by before they were completely dead and took pity on it. My mom took in more foster plants from my house than anything else. And miraculously, she always managed to bring them back to life and make them healthier than they were before. And no matter how much she told me how to take care of them, mine always died. Good thing my kids yelled and cried if I didn’t feed them, otherwise I could have been in deep trouble.
But romance, now that’s something I know a little about. I started pilfering my mom’s Harlequins when I was about twelve. That started my deep love for anything romance. Most of the books I read for pleasure are most definitely in the romance category. And not that many years ago, I tried my hand at writing romance.
My newest series, the Storms of New England, now has three
books out and book 4 should be making its arrival this summer. The newest, Stolen Dreams, is a favorite
since Alex Storm is very organized and OCD in many ways. So many of his quirks
come from me (or a few of my children) and so he is familiar. Luckily Gina,
whose grandmother lived next door, absolutely loves Alex’s quirks. It takes him
a while to finally figure out that she’s the one he’s been looking for his
whole life.
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