The day we landed on St. Vincent happened to be Remy’s fifth birthday. I don’t remember my daughter having much interest in flowers before we moved to Petit Byahaut, but once there, she became obsessed with them.
I couldn’t blame her. We were surrounded by a myriad of amazing tropical flowers. She would watch with envy as Mary changed the floral displays on the restaurant tables with each meal setting. Remy often got her turn to do the flower arranging.
Occasionally, Remy would get to choose and clip the bougainvillea branch we’d place on the bed of newly arriving guests.
When we walked thru the rainforest, she collected all the fallen fig flowers she could carry.
And the gorgeous peach-colored hibiscus growing next the bathtub was impossible to resist.
When we left St. Vincent, she didn’t leave her new love of flowers behind. It has remained firmly a part of who she is.
When she’s got a camera in hand, this is what she photographs:
So Remy is 11 now and her interests are in fact, broader than flowers. Do you want a peek into her room? I snapped this photo today (she said she didn’t mind if I shared it).
It pretty much sums it up, doesn’t it? The spindly plant with the red petals in the back is the poinsettia she bought at Christmas and can’t bare to part with.
I often wonder if Remy would love flowers as much as she does if we had never moved to the island. We’ll never know.