Gladiolas. They always remind me of high school - Mount Saint Joseph Academy. My high school was attached to a convent. And in that convent lived very, very old nuns. Whenever anyone got detention, it always involved the nuns. In the winter, you'd have to read to them, and it was usually a really racy love novel. In the fall, they would sit in their lawn chairs outside and instruct you on pruning the gladiolas. They had hundreds. All colors. They were beautiful.
The gladiolas bloom earlier here than they do at home - almost a full month. I love them. And the nuns probably thought that we were the biggest bunch of hoodlums because detention was always full. I don't think that they knew about the waiting list in the office. We always volunteered.
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