"Wild Colors" by Paul Gilbert Call it cliche and cheesy. I’ll make the ultimate girl confession and admit it. I like flowers. I enjoy hiking through a field of them, I enjoy planting them, I enjoy photographing them, I enjoy giving them away as presents, I enjoy walking by them in grocery stores, and I enjoy receiving them. I even enjoy watering them (that’s true love). And, I don’t just enjoy flowers, I love bouquets of flowers. I remember summers growing up in the mountains when the wildflower season was in full glory. I would run around our property excitedly pulling every flower I could find and smashing them into an overflowing cup. The bigger, the better. Once I had two cups full, I would race into the house and put one cup on my mom’s night stand, and one cup on my dad’s night stand, then wait with an impish grin for my parents to discover their awaiting treasures. “Treasures” may be an exaggeration. But, my par...