Who is Suzy Sparkleberry, anyway?

In short, she is me as a blonde.  Suzy is a character created as a mascot for a shop I owned a while back, the main character in short stories written to market events and seasons in my retail world. 

Twenty years ago, I was a partner in ownership of a small garden center in central Massachusetts.  The acreage was conflicted with poor drainage, which is optimum growing condition for very few things, one of which happens to be the native winterberry.  I grew the variety, Ilex verticillata Sparkleberry, a deciduous shrub yielding abundant medium sized red berries late in the season – a delicacy for birds when the temperature begins to drop.  After the turn of this century, I opened a second retail space two miles from the garden center, which became an artisan shop for the locals to sell their makings.  Before its doors opened, a name was needed.  I tossed around any number of plants that I grew at the garden center to incorporate in my brand, and settled on “Sparkleberrys”, with the encouragement of my daughter.  Sparkleberrys became a magical shopping arena, and Suzy became the poster girl.   

As time went on, I went through a short period of loss, and the little store was one of them. However, Suzy lived on in a side business I dabbled in with cut flowers. I called it Suzy’s Gardens; and it remains to this day. I still grow and cut flowers, work as a gardener, and provide seasonal upkeep in containers and holiday decoration for my valuable clientele. As long as I continue to play in the dirt, Suzy will live on.

Amarillo is not just a city in Texas

Pronounced Am Uh Ree jYo, it is the color yellow in Spanish. I know this because I am working through the introductory pages of a Pre-K workbook of starter Spanish. I purchased the school book to work with my granddaughters when they came to stay with me at the first stages of isolation, school closings. My oldest is in the Spanish-immersion Kindergarten program in town, and I figured it would be a fun activity together to keep pace with her learning until this thing blew over. As it turns out, this thing didn’t blow over, and is most likely just getting started. The girls returned to their parents care and will not be coming back to me any time soon, as we maintain our distances…and I have an empty, unopened workbook. I figured, what the heck, broke out the crayons and started working my way through chapter one, colors.

Today’s color is amarillo, and as I look out the window and walk through the gardens, amarillo is busting out in pops and dots all around. Forsythia, daffodils, and the pollen of the crocus, all heralding the arrival of a new season, without reserve or isolation. During times of setback and adjustment, I take comfort in the trustworthiness of the seasonal cycles. The pollinators are on their way, some have already opened the doors of their winter homes. There are no restrictions on breathing fresh air or digging in the dirt or going for a stroll. No warnings to put your clippers down, so snip some daffodil stems and forsythia branches and bring some amarillo sunshine indoors.

RECIPE FOR TODAY: cutflower bouquet

Forsythia branch to force

Magnolia branch to force

Yucca leaves

Arrange in a large vase filled with water. I like to curl the yucca leaves under like ribbon candy. But play as you will, and have fun.