My grandma’s flower arrangements were the one thing that I could not forget about her. Every time we saw her, she would be working on one, or two, or three arrangements, and they never were the same. Her garden, like a field filled with wheat ready to harvest, was always filled with flowers. So many that I could not even name them all, of all different colors, red, yellow, pink, purple, blue. From sunflowers to tulips, from lilies to roses, she had them all, almost like a bottomless barrel from which she pulled any type of flowers she had. I remember clearly at seeing at like 10 different arrangements just throughout her dining room every single time we went to our Grandparent’s house. When I was little I did not really appreciate all the time, work and dedication that she put into it, since it was not something she did for a living, no one paid her to do it, and that’s when it hit me, this was really her passion, it’s how, in her own way, she became an artist. To this day, I can still remember how each of the flower arrangements were made, they had a styrofoam-like rectangle as a base, about 10x15cm. She had these special plugs that she would put on the flowers so that they would stick to the styrofoam, and she would fit at least twenty into that little block of styrofoam. Her favorite flower was one called “bird of paradise”, which has the form of a bird’s peak. This was the only flower that we were not allowed to touch in her garden, and she would only use it on special occasions, like when we moved houses, she made seven different arrangements for us, and each one of them included that flower placed in different forms. One time she even gave me and my sisters a bird of paradise, and we were excited because she would never do that. She made all kinds of combinations, from all of one color to some of the most colorful decorations anyone has ever seen. Well, how would you be able to tell which flower arrangements were your Grandma’s and which weren’t, you might ask? The answer was simple, like any other artist, she would leave a signature, a hot glued red bow on the base of the flower arrangement. When I asked her why she would put a bow, she told me that she puts it there because it’s her gift to the world.