In recent days, we’ve witnessed some very heartbreaking events and heard some very ugly words. I listened and watched and took these things in and they sat alongside some other things that were heartbreaking and hard on a very personal level.
But, today, I was reminded of something good. It was something that took me back to a time and place that is long gone, yet never far away. It was a place and time that no longer exists except in the minds and hearts of those who once lived or visited there.
The place was my Granny Rimel’s house; specifically, the flowers that surrounded and lived and grew in her house.
Today, I thought of the beauty of Granny’s Flowers and I’m most thankful for the memory of something so good. And, I thought it might be good to share it with you.
I wish you peace…
Granny’s flowers were always prettier than anybody’s. She could grow anything. Things liked growing for her.
She took good care of whatever she planted. I think those little seeds thought she was their Mama and they wanted to grow up and be big and strong and lovely in all ways–just for her–just to see her smile.
Why did she care about planting things that were only to look at?
Maybe because Granny loved. She loved pretty things. She never had much money to buy pretty, so she made and grew her own sources of beauty. Flowers don’t take much money–just time and love. She had plenty of love and she made the time.
Granny thought flowers made your house a home. She loved her home and wanted it to be clean and nice. She wanted folks to come visit. Flowers would be one of her ways of welcoming those who did.
Food was another. When you went to Granny’s home she would feed your body and senses until they were full and happy to be alive.
Being one of Granny’s flowers was a privilege.