These flowers are my heritage.
When you think of your heritage, what do you think of? Perhaps that your great grandfather immigrated from some faraway land. Or that generations ago, an ancestor fought in the Civil War? Maybe your great, great grandfather was the founder of a small town in the midwest.
My heritage, at least on my maternal grandfather's side, is in the country and in the land. My grandfather grew up on a Pennsylvania farm that has been in my family for generations. This is him on that same farm. His brothers became miners and farmers, and some moved away to seek adventure that a rural life could not provide. He grew up to love that land, but moved away for education and a life in the military. But like so many, he never lost the love he had for the rural life and he settled not far away to raise his family. He would have lived on that farm if not for my grandmother, I think, who didn't want to live in the country. He passed the love of the land, the country and the farm to my mother, who lives there now.
What do these flowers have to do with my heritage? These dahlias are planted in the flower beds of my family - and have been for many generations. This year, I was given a box of tubers for the very first time and it was such an amazing gift. When I was in high school, I used to dig the tubers up in the fall and re-plant them in the spring. When I look at these dahlias, I don't see just a beautiful flower. I see my family heritage - a love of the land, an appreciation for hard work, and the beauty of rural Pennsylvania.
Thanks, Mom and Dad, for entrusting some of them to my care.
(I should point out that the vase was my grandmother's. Because even though she didn't care for the country, she did love beautiful things.)