My mother remembers that when I was very young, I'd pluck all the buds which were just about to open. She and my father would be waiting to see the flowers and all they got was headless stalks.
I must have been a monster of an infant. Thank God for parents who brought me up anyway - and passed on their love of flowers to all of us.
The nuns from St.James School and Holy Cross School at Binnaguri would drop in to collect lilies from us to decorate the church on Easter Sunday. We shared our bulbs with them too and in time to come, they had enough lilies in their own gardens. I did miss their annual visits!
Our next bungalow was at Bhatkawa Tea Estate, and my garden there didn't have a single Easter lily! I moaned about it for all the three years that we were there. You don't find Easter lilies in nurseries, you get them from friends. My friend in the neighbouring garden didn't have any in her bungalow either, and between us we knew no one in the district on whom we could descend to beg for bulbs.
There are several Easter lilies in the garden where we now live and I'm grateful to the people who must have planted these. They bring back so many memories.
A good way to start another New Year, giving thanks for life, for family, for friends old and new.