Friday, March 24, 2017
Today I am grateful for flower shows. We did not go to the Philadelphia Flower Show this year, but I voraciously absorbed every picture my many friend shared that I feel like we attended. More doable in cost and crowd size is the Peter Becker Flower Show, held at a local retirement community this weekend. We went today. You can still go tomorrow until 2 p.m..
The organizers of this event don’t just have pots of flowers standing around, they do scenes with a theme. This year’s theme had to do with time. For the elderly people who are residents, and also me, time is a very invasive thing, creeping up on those of us who have a few rings in our trunks, like a phantom in the night.
We’ve had a lot of time. We never have enough time. We always want more time. Time etches itself across our face. Time settles as an ache in our lower back. Time steals our eyesight, our hearing, our teeth, our energy. Time snatches at our health and twists it out of whack. Time is most egregious when it attacks our mind.
All of those reasons are what makes the Peter Becker Flower Show so special. Not only is it created by staff and volunteers, it’s also worked on by residents. No matter what their skill set, physical capacity, or mental acuity is, all are welcome. Anyone who wishes can help with something. And they are proud. They should be.
There are vendors, a model train set up, original paintings, handmade quilts, music, a thrift shop, gift stores, baked goods and food. A frequently running shuttle can take you back and forth between the two buildings for free.
Actually the whole thing is free, with the exception of a “suggested” donation box at the entrances. The show is worth every buck you put in. It’s for a good cause and who knows, maybe you’ll will even buy a little “time”. The last day is tomorrow. Don’t forget.