"I do not ask for any crown, But that which all may win: Nor try to conquer any world, Except the one within."

--- Louisa May Aclott

"Wishing Petals"

...photography, family, poetry, and hobbies

The story behind the name "Wishing Petals"

GirlSummer can become quite boring for two young girls with a teenage sister as their babysitter. But, as a single mom, having my oldest daughter, Kelly, watch my younger two daughters, ages 6 and 8 years at the time, was the best solution to an overstretched budget. Many days, there were moans of boredom and complaints that “Kelly doesn’t let us do anything,” or “we never get to play,” etc, etc.

But on one warm summer day, Kelly, then 15-year, was in a good mood and she made tea, and put it in small cups so the three of them could sip and relax on the porch, sitting snug together on a wooden bench, enjoying the afternoon in the shade.

The next day, I happened to look out the front window as my 6-year old daughter, Jenna, walked up the steps of the front porch. She spied some flower petals that had fallen off a plant and picked them up. She placed one in the palm of her hand. With her fingers curled around the delicate petal, she stood on the porch with her arm stretched out in front of her.

Interested, I moved closer to the window for a better look.

She wore a secretive expression on her upturned face, as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, than opened her fingers to release the petal into the summer wind. She repeated this stance with a second petal. Then, with the third petal, she added a quick turn in a circle before letting the petal twist away in the wind. With a contented smile on her face she proceeded to enter the house.

When she came into the living room, I asked her what she was doing with the petals. She looked sheepish, then said, “I was making wishes.”

I really wanted to ask her what her wishes were for, but I thought she might not want to give up that information. So, I said simply, “Oh.”

She waited, as if reading my mind, and then asked, “Do you want to know what I wished for?”

“Well, if you want to tell me,” I replied, reigning in my curiosity.

And to my delight, she told me.

“The first wish was for you to someday get married. The second was for Kelly to be nice to us all the time, and the third wish was that we drink tea on the porch every day.” And with a smile, she turned and ran off in search of her sister.