Enough of snow, rain, grey skies and general yuck. Like it was in November, December, January and February? Ugh. I’m seriously ready for pretty green growing things.
Unpacking and what a great find!
Winter will never end. I’m sure of it.
The unpacking feels like it’ll never end. It’s my own fault that I packed boxes filled with things I don’t need but couldn’t part with in purge #1, #2, and #3 before we moved.
But look what I found… my old McCoy planter. The funky one. The one I never used because it’s an odd little thing but it always makes me smile. How fun! Looks like that little swallow is flying past the yellow blooms.
I don’t remember buying the planter and I don’t know where it came from. It seems like something I would have picked up at the second-hand store in Spencer, South Dakota… and that would have been before the 5/30/1998 F4 tornado that tragically took the shop and most of the town with it.
I should plant it with some herbs to get something alive and green and growing to tide me over until springtime.
Pretty Violets at the Hardware Store
The bright African Violets caught my eye. Oh, so pretty! And now I am oh so totally distracted from my intended purpose at Home Depot.
I circled the rack of small potted plants with their dark leaves and bright blossoms. I chose two little pots with flowers blooming deep purple to fill my funny little planter. The herbs can wait until springtime.
My Grandma’s Violets
Grandma’s kitchen table fit snuggly in a small breakfast nook overlooking their tidy back yard. African Violets and other little potted plants filled the end of the table under the window.
Grandma and Grandpa had their little meals there and enjoyed their coffee while they watched the birds at the feeders all winter and their beautiful roses all summer. My brother remembers that that Grandpa kept his stash of chocolate marshmallow pin wheel cookies on the end of his bench and his Pepsi underneath.
Memories of the violets are strongest because Grandma and I tended them together. She taught me how to trim off the wilted lower leaves and how to water just enough but not too much (they don’t like wet feet). And don’t get water on the leaves! They’ll spot.
She stuck just one leaf in some dirt to start new baby plants. Am I remembering this right?
Some of those new little plants ended up at my house in my bedroom window. Something so sweet to share between grandmother and granddaughter. It made me feel so loved to share time with her while caring for the little plants.
The Significance of the Barn Swallow
My husband Bruce was 19 when he went into the Navy. He did exactly what his father told him not to do. He got a tattoo. In Hong Kong he got a tattoo of a swallow on his shoulder-blade. That’s how the swallow came to have meaning to our family.
Lesson learned here is that the smallest things create heart-warming memories. Time spent. Knowledge and interests shared. And a young sailor marking the adventure of a lifetime with a swallow.