Edelweiss.
I usually say daisies are the friendliest flowers, but for today, I’m going to say edelweiss is the friendliest flower.
Because it starts with E, and I wasn’t going to pick a weirdly exotic word although now that I think of it, I might have had some fun sending you, dear reader, off on a wild goose chase.
Or maybe not. Instead, I’ll regale you with a mushy little love story. Mine.
When John and I were married, he was serving in the US Army in what was then West Germany. We lived in a beautiful little town, Bamberg, and all of Western Europe was our playground.
Austria was just a short drive away, and we went often. The Alps, you know, ARE RIGHT THERE!
And edelweiss grows in the Alps.
So my honey picked a lot of edelweiss for me to put in my hair. It was very long in those days, curly and black. I looked like Yvonne de Carlo.
And he looked like Christopher Plummer.
Do you know where this is going?
Yes.
He often sang Edelweiss to me.
