Before I made my wedding plans, I hadn't even heard of alstroemerias; but when I was telling Carla, my wonderful florist, the type of flowers I wanted (a mix of different kinds and different colors), she suggested that alstroemerias be included. Fine with me!
They're hard to spot in the picture above, but they're in there, part of my bouquet that I loved so much. I'm fond of all the flowers Carla used; but because alstroemerias had no prior association in my mind, I became especially fond of them.
So fond, in fact, that when my beloved grandmother, pictured above, was diagnosed with a brain tumor and only given two months to live, I gave her a bouquet of alstroemerias during my last visit to her here on earth. It was wintertime, so no flowers were blooming outside; but on the stand next to her bed in the living room that was my parents' and is now mine, we placed the alstroemerias so she could enjoy their beauty. They lingered while she grew weaker, then slipped away. After that, alstroemerias always reminded me of her.
Two days ago, we went to visit my dear mother, and on the way, I dropped by the store to buy some pretty posies for her. With Valentine's Day being right around the corner, there were a number of choices of cheery bouquets; but when I saw one that included alstroemerias, I didn't have to look any further. That was the one for her.