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You ever go by your home that you lived in when you were a kid and see the old trees that you played around still standing tall as ever? Everything seemed bigger to when you were kid. Or how about the Lilac's on your grandparents home.
Homes on both sides are still standing and not much changed other then my grandparents are gone. While looking at their homes memories of yesterday comes back clear as a bell.
I wish the same of the homes I grew up in , most are gone, wiped out to shopping centers and such. Especially the farm homes that we lived in when I was a kid. Guess the tree house and the big ol barn just didn't cut it when there was millions to be made in the land. Didn't know it at the time we were living on such rich property. We just looked at the corn growing and jumpin in the ponds on a hot day.
When my one grandmother moved from her city home that I just loved and remember like it was yesterday, she took many plants with her to the new home. It was more in a country like setting with a little branch and her being a flower expert she had that woods filled with flowers. She was happy.
Moving as we did living in the city to get closer to our work and clients , flowers and planting trees were not on our "To DO" list. Putting in a veggie garden was more important then flowers to my folks, so we would have fresh veggies, but the yards were plain as could be from lack of beautiful flowers.
Not until we moved to the country w/ my sis and folks that we changed course to growing something that would come up every year, provided color and pleasure not knowing it was going to bring good memories as well. And those memories are still growing over on our homestead. Grandmother gave us cuttings and tree saplings to get started on our new homestead, probably plants that she started from her mother or even grandmother. I wish I had asked.
One is the Forsythia that I took just small branches from the enormous plants over at Moms from just a small branch many years ago. Passing it on later to my kids when its time for thinning.
This is about four years old , it tells of spring and many memories
Now you either like yellow or you don't. But you sure got to like what yellow stands for in the flower world, "joy,friendship,freedom" How it got to be called coward I just don't know.
Heres another plant I love from grandma's, Spiderwort, it will have pretty purple flowers this spring. Theres also a wild Spiderwort that is tall and very pretty that can be found along the country road sides. I always look for the hairy type grass looking leaves before I go pulling thinking its just grass.
Heres another favorite old fashion Peony from grandma's too. They are popping up and I have cleaned around them and put some chicken manure (recommended by a sweet Amish lady). I have three big spots, and they look so beautiful in bloom. And smell good too : )
Theres other plants still over at Moms that I plan to dig shoots from and start over here on our homestead and pass the history of our family on to my grandkiddies.
Yes memories of the past are loved and cherished and warms the heart. There are also those memories that don't and its hard to shake sometimes.
Remembering the good will out weigh any ol bad memories hands down, and heres the part I like, we have the choice. I like those good memories cuz it makes me smile. And the simplier they are the more I smile :)
Blessing to ya
linda
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