I make the same promise every year, but here it is again: next summer I will grow zinnias. Whenever I see the bouquets at restaurants or hotels spilling over with the happy over-saturated hued of zinnia blooms, I make this very vow, but I always forget, or simply don’t muster the space or will to do it when the time to do so is at hand.
They remind me of my grandmother, of carefree childhood days, of the spark of a colorful flower that thrills in an otherwise dull vegetable plot.
Yes, the world needs more zinnias.
I promise to do my part.Back to Blog