Friday, January 27, 2006

Sharing the morning

I went outside to water this morning, my son accompanied me. He helped me with the hose as we took it out to the new trees we planted this spring: a Weeping Willow for him...a Red and Silver Maple, Bradford Pear and Locust. I showed him how to take the new shoots off, allowing the tree to grow in height. We talked about the names of all our flowers: the Black-eyed Susan, Purple Sage, Petunias and Vinca, Marigolds, Salvia, Snapdragons, Rose of Sharon, Verbena, Butterfly Bush, Boxwood, Daylily, Mums, Dianthus.... and it struck me as so special. Here I am as a mother walking with my child talking flowers, just as I did as a little girl behind the heels of my own lovely mother.

My grandmother grew iris. They were her specialty. Inside a box of beautiful assortments I have medals and ribbons from the 1960's that bear her name. "Slater's Posy Patch"....a sign above her garden where she sold and shared and experimented with her flowers. I think about my grandmother, seen most often in a stooped position above her garden, still wearing a dress, her hair... perfection. She passed that love on to my mother who sowed seeds with love all during my growing years. Our home was an arboretum of beauty and solace and I really took it for granted until I began my own floral journey. Many precious thoughts of those years go through my mind on this morning as my son and I go out into the garden...

6 comments:

Macromoments said...

Lori, you have such a sweet way of paying tribute to various family members. I love your writing, and thought you might enjoy these pictures I've posted at my blog. Your grandmother must have been a precious person in your life.

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Nelly said...

Man, I wish it was the time of year to go out and water!

martie said...

Can I just hibrenate till spring and someone wake me up when it gets here? I with it were here too!

srp said...

What lovely flowers and such a lovely lady that grew them. I remember my grandmother in a similar stance. She had so many beautiful flowers in her yard. When she and my grandfather moved to a retirment village she planted flowers all around their apartment building and others as well. I have a picture of her wheeling Nyssa around in a wheelbarrow after she moved in with my folks. You have retained that green thumb, how fortunate for your children.

Jamie said...

My grandma grew iris too...thanks for the memory. :)

Pete Mitchell said...

Lily of the valley always make me think of my mother, because she had a huge garden of them in the house where I grew up. We still have her ashes (It'll be four years on February 8th) to take back to her hometown (Dover, England) to scatter; but I will be saving some so I can plant some lily of the valley in a pot (or a garden if I ever own a house), and sprinkle some of her ashes in the soil so that some part of her will live on in the flowers that remind me so much of her.

Oooo. The computer screen's starting to look a bit watery. 'Scuse me while I go blow my nose.

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