My Mom was “green” before being “green” was cool.
It was a warm spring day on the James River when my first grade class stopped swinging and “see-sawing” to sit by a pond. If the truth be known, the sitting was to let the mothers – chaperones on this field trip to Huntington Park – rest.
The sun sparkled off of huge white flowers perched on even larger green pads. I had never seen such large flowers floating in one place.
When the other children returned to their playing and the Moms hovered over them, I made my move! I snatched a green pad, a white flower and a tiny frog that was straddling both.
Since I was a novice thief, I did not have the foresight to figure out how I was going to hide this gigantic, soggy bloom. So I had to confess. Continue reading