When Tina and I first married, every Friday night was spent at her parents’ house for “Spaghetti Night”. It is an event that caught on and now Spaghetti Night has been a tradition that has endured in our family for more than 30 years. Spaghetti, French bread, salad and her Mama’s signature chocolate chess pies has been the menu. It was and is a time to catch up on the week’s events and to laugh and fellowship and enjoy the company of close family and friends. Since moving to Birmingham, we have missed those family dinners. We now enjoy our own Birmingham version which brings me to the subject of Spaghetti Sauce jars and roses.
Earlier this year, I began asking Tina to save the empty spaghetti sauce jars for me. At first, she thought I had lost my mind. “What in the world do you want with all these jars?” I just smiled and said “you’ll see”…Soon, my collections of spaghetti sauce and also a few pickle jars were taking up an entire shelf in our pantry.
When spring and summer arrived, I began filling them with blooms and delivering them to friends, neighbors and co-workers. I presented one of my “jar bouquets” to someone I work with; she cried and said in her 54 years upon the earth, no one had ever brought her flowers. It just goes to prove that you never know what people are going through and something as small as a pickle jar full of back yard grown blooms can bring a moment of pure joy to someone’s life.I don’t think I will think of pickles or spaghetti in the same way again.
As I write this, I am amazed at the beauty of our fall blooms. The colors seem more intense and more beautiful than earlier blooms. I think I have just enough jars to get me through the final bloom cycle of the year. As much as I miss our Spaghetti dinners in Nashville, I wouldn’t trade the moments of joy and friendship that sharing a rose in Birmingham brings.
Roses really do bring out the best in people; I know growing them has
brought out the best in me….