The Hibiscus flower holds so many memories for me.
It transports me to my childhood in Zambia, where it grew in abundance. My friends and I would destalk the flower and we would siphen out the sweetness that lay within (just like sucking through a straw).
It reminds me of a time of innocence and simple friendships.
It reminds me of when life was seemingly easy.
It takes me back to my visits to India when I was young (I mean really young 😀). Back then, the culture gap was much larger. I totally enjoyed taking the overcrowded city buses. I would attempt to read the posters that were written in the local Indian script. I thought the local food stalls and street vendors (vegetables, ice cream, desserts) on a bike were totally cool!
It reminds me of fun bonding with my cousins.
It reminds me of a time when modern was more of an exception than the norm (I mean that as a positive).
During my first visit to Hawaii with my husband, the first flower I noticed was the Hibiscus (followed closely by the Plumeria…another childhood association). My first reaction to my him was, “Oh, this place reminds me of Zambia!” Of course no Hawaii trip is complete without a picture of you sporting a Hibiscus in your hair! 😀
It reminds me of the first experience of snorkeling and snuba diving.
It reminds me of beaches, couple time, helicopter rides, golf and so much more!
I just received a Hibiscus plant from a friend. Of course I didn’t share all the memories it holds for me but I certainly thanked him (many times) for the plant.
It reminds me of happy times past and present!