I love zinnias.
Every year I try to grow a few zinnias in memory of my grandmother - Mammie Jo.
Mammie Jo was a delightful woman. She smoked Kent cigarettes, loved watching "As the World Turned" (soap opera), and when told a nugget of news would reply, "You know not!" I loved visiting her and my grandfather every summer. They lived on a lake. Every summer my cousin and I would pack our bags and stay with them for a few weeks. Fishing off the pier with bamboo poles, baiting our own hooks with worms or minnows, picking blackberres, singing "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" along with papa as we sat on the porch swing, and trying to beat my grandparents in gin rummy every night are just a few of my favorite memories.
Mammie Jo loved flowers and always had zinnias in a small vase or pitcher on her kitchen table. Zinnias of every color and size.