. . .And A Pink Carnation
Most of you, I think, know that I grew up around horses and horse shows. My father was Ringmaster at some shows, Announcer at others, Judge at still more. And every weekend that there were some left over, I got extra show ribbons. These aren't mine, but it's a fair representation of my room during show season:
The other things I would always get were Daddy's boutonnieres. A fresh one each night of a show, and, virtually always a carnation. To this day, the sight of a single carnation can make me tear up. It was, therefore, a no-brainer when I saw these boots:
I'm well aware that these are probably actually peonies or something (I don't know from flowers). But in my mind and in my heart, these are my Daddy's Carnation boots.