Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Dad called last week to tell me the following story: Mom had gone out (to the "grandchildren's row) and picked a bouquet of jonquils, put them in a vase, and took them to the car. She had been doing this a couple days, he said. He told her, "If you want to take those to somebody, you have to tell me who and we'll take them." She did not respond at that time. Later, however, she brought a notepad and he supplied the pencil. She wrote "Mama's house." Dad had trouble making out the "Mama" part, so he asked her, "What does this say?" She responded with "Mama." So, they took Grandma Lottie her flowers and it was just the sweetest day!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Since time began, the rule at our house, (Mom and Dad's house), has always been don't pick the flowers! Then came the grandchildren. As a compromise, Mom planted a long row of jonquils in the very back of the garden where blossoms would not be missed and dubbed it "the grandchildren's row." The grandchildren were allowed to pick this row to their heart's content and have spent many happy springtimes in this area. Well, the grandchildren's "row" is more like a "swath" now and it's in full bloom. Also, to Dad's delight, the onions sets are poking themselves up, the apricot tree is blooming, and he and Christine have been working on a new and improved flowerbed.
Mom's favorite spot lately is the picture window on the east side where she props her feet up and has a nice view of whatever is budding outside, the dogs playing, or company coming down the drive. The rocking chair of choice is the one that Dad bought her when I was born. It has been back and forth between houses through new babies, moves, and whatever else happened to be going on at the time, and has finally found itself back at home for her. Mom is well and comfortable and able to get out and about quite a lot with the warm weather. So, all things considered, life is good!