In 1961, the year after my daddy died, I picked some wild flowers from the side of the road to place on his grave for Memorial Day. Daddy always loved wild flowers and I knew these Indian Blanket flowers would mean more to him than any other decoration I could buy. That year, the Indian Blanket flowers grew profusely along the sides of the roads. After I placed the large bouquet of them on his grave, I never thought more about them until the next year. When I visited daddy’s grave the next year, the flowers had spread all over the cemetery. The unusual thing about my unintentional scattering of the beautiful orange flowers was that the cemetery sexton just happened to run on to my mom at the cemetery, he told her of the awesome sight he witnessed at the cemetery just before Memorial Day. He told her that the Indian Blanket flowers had all but covered the entire cemetery and were absolutely a sight to behold. He told her that he hated to have the cemetery mowed before Memorial Day because they were so beautiful. He went on to tell mama that he and others were mystified as to why the flowers were growing there as they never grown there before, Mama laughed and told him she could explain the mystery and went on to tell him how I had placed a bunch of Indian Blanket flowers on daddy’s grave and after the flowers died, the seeds had blown and planted all over the cemetery. The flowers appeared in the cemetery each year for a few years and finally dwindled down to nothing, never to come back. Some 38 years later, I feel the urge to place more of those Indian Blanket wild flowers on the grave site where mama joined daddy in 1996. She loved wild flowers too.

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