Day 194
The smell of
Woodland Phlox in the Spring
I
love Mother Nature! Her moods, nuances, tantrums, softness, seasons. Adventure-fun!
Each of the four-wild sister-seasons own my
heart equally; after three months of any one, I am ready and anxious for the
next offering. (Secretly, while I love each the same, my very “slight”
preference brings them in the following order: Autumn! Winter! Spring! Summer!)
Autumn! Mother Nature
in her regal-Royal wardrobe of reds, yellows and orange hues.
Winter! With its solace
of a comfort-white blanket and fragrant wood smoke of the stove.
Spring! Offering “fresh”
life with Red Ear sunfish spawning and wild Morels calling.
Summer! Thunderstorm
tirades with horrendous humidity, picnics ans swimming.
Each season presents “unique” offerings, each
delectable to the senses. And, the events of wild and exciting life-adventures
intermingle in spite of the calendar date. Life is Sweet!
The girls love “Spring phlox” and often brought
Nanny a wild bouquet. Becky absolutely adored the wild flowers; she utilized
the fragrant spring delicacies decorating the horses and dogs on myriad occasions;
whatever she did, the animal-friends were “all-in”. When big sister went to the
high school prom, our Rachel decorated her play house and the little wooden
bridge I had built over the creek for her to use getting to the combination
play house/dove cage.
The kids both inherited our love of nature and
were taught its worthy temptations. The grandchildren came along and they enjoy
the “natural” world, also. I am proud and happy in it.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Ambrosia-fragrance”
Memories!
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