I found this bit of writing when looking through my mother’s photograph album.
The things I miss and the memories I cherish … .
I am an old lady and this is the day before Easter.
We only had one child, a blond-headed baby girl named Phyllis, who we called Dottie as she was very small.
I miss the first bouquets of spring of a few yellow dandelion and perhaps a violet or two, clutched tight in a grubby little hand and given to me in love to put in a vase.
I also miss the May baskets the neighbor’s children hung on our door, who would come in for ice cream and cake afterwards. Now it seems the children don’t have time for the simple joys of life anymore.
I also miss the country schools and the programs put on in the old country church, and the happy little faces when Santa Claus came in.
These are just a few of the things that take me back many years. They were the good old days when we lived on the farm and you had neighbors who cared about you, and would always help each other out, if needed.
We had lots of hard work, but many pleasant memories, never forgotten.
We have lost many dear friends through out the years and made new ones also, but the memories linger on–never to be forgotten.
Now it’s my turn to be the old lady. I too remember
those days as a child on the farm and the country school.
I’m confused. Why?
Shopping this afternoon in two of this nation’s popular stores selling all manner of decorations for the home and garden brought me up short.
I was dismayed to discover that I’d missed the seasons of Carnival or Mardi Gras, Lent, Easter, and Spring. I did find remains of Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day in post-holiday clearance.
I was plunged into enjoying Summer with beach towels, plastic pails and shovels, and summer garden flags.
When was the first day of Winter? Was it just 31 days ago? That can’t be right!
When is the Vernal Equinox in 2017? You say March 21? That’s 60 days away. You must be wrong. The Summer Solstice can’t be six months away on June 21. You must be joking!
I’m looking forward to the Autumnal Equinox. It’s only 243 days away. I’m sure the decorations will be out in only a few days. Right?
Spring with its warm days is always my favorite time of year. I love to watch everything come back to life in the gardens. I welcome the dandelions, which bring the first splash of color. Later, I may hate the long stems and seeds flying around, but I love their bright yellow.
Gardening has always been a favorite activity. I had gardens in most of the homes my husband and I lived in. Some were small, others larger. We grew flowers and vegetables.
This week the church Memorial Garden committee met with the landscaper to pick out trees and bushes. Last fall the 40-year-old and over-grown ones were cut out. Our landscaper cleaned and replaced the pavers and outlined the cross shape of the garden with contrasting blocks. Monday, we picked out two dogwoods and other bushes for planting.
Today was designated as church clean-up day. This morning I spent over an hour helping plant perennials and annuals around the church. Unfortunately I ran out of energy and had to quit.
When I returned from the church, I looked at my own small raised bed and assessed its growth and what I should plant to improve it.
Finally, I have been looking the pictures I took during the twenty years I lived in my former home. Most of pictures were taken to put in my garden book to document the plants and their blooms at a given time. With an acre of land, I built several gardens. The last couple of years I lived there, I lacked the energy to maintain so many of them, and concentrated on fewer ones, which were close to the house.
Now I enjoy gardening my small plot for perennials, a small bed for tomatoes, and decorative boxes and pots on my porch.