Today is a holiday you may not have known about. Not Tax Day. Not Squinch’s birthday. (Though it is both of those.) Today was the Annual Flower Count. At my house, anyways.
This is a tradition my sisters and I started when we looked like this:
It is very simple. We count the kinds of flowers blooming on one day in our yard.
By kinds, I mean colors or varieties — so yellow tulips and pink tulips both count, but all yellow tulips are one.
By flowers, I mean anything that blooms: trees, bushes, bulbs, weeds. Little girls don’t value lilacs over dandelions.
By blooming, I mean the petals are showing and at least one of the flowers is still pretty much alive.
By one day, I mean any day, whatever day the counters decide to count on. I picked today because it was sunny and springy and because the lilacs had started but the daffodils hadn’t quite ended.
Those are the rules. These are the results: in my yard there are exactly FORTY kinds of flowers blooming today. Not bad. Although we often had in the seventies when I was a kid, if memory serves me.
I invite you to celebrate this holiday, too. Happy counting! I would love to know your tally.