"No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, if you can't look back on having given love and attention to your own family, what have you really accomplished?"
~ Lee Iacocca
Shady, overcast days like today provide a quiet calm for a time of remembrance. My great aunt, "Aunt Louise" had her gentle spirit remembered today. Aunt Louise and Uncle John, God rest their souls, were my dad's aunt and uncle. My dad grew up down the street from them, and I have fond memories of visiting these sweet, sweet individuals.
My mama has often talked about how many of the flowers in her gardens came from the homes of dear friends and relatives. Sweet peas from Mamoo, this from Billy, that from so and so, and sedum from Aunt Louise.How nostalgic, I've always thought.
Recently, my mother told me of how when she and my dad were first married, they would often arrive home from work to find a homemade pie or a basket of rolls or a pan of sweets from Aunt Louise. One day, they came home to a clump of sedum wrapped in damp newspapers.
Isn't that adorable? It really makes my heart melt.
Today, my little fur-face and I took some of that same sedum and planted it in our garden.
We also planted two big bunches of tic seed from my mama. I've always loved the light and feathery greenery, topped so delicately with tiny yellow flowers.
In a world of hustle and bustle, and at a time when people barely have a moment to greet each other with a friendly and genuine "hello," I find it so charming to think of how my Aunt Louise and Uncle John took the time to make my parents feel special.
I'll always think of them and their loving legacy when I see my purple sedum growing and flourishing and providing my garden with a beautiful splash of color.
Aunt Louise, your legacy blooms and your gentle, sincere spirit is forever remembered.
Recently, my mother told me of how when she and my dad were first married, they would often arrive home from work to find a homemade pie or a basket of rolls or a pan of sweets from Aunt Louise. One day, they came home to a clump of sedum wrapped in damp newspapers.Isn't that adorable? It really makes my heart melt.
Today, my little fur-face and I took some of that same sedum and planted it in our garden.We also planted two big bunches of tic seed from my mama. I've always loved the light and feathery greenery, topped so delicately with tiny yellow flowers.
In a world of hustle and bustle, and at a time when people barely have a moment to greet each other with a friendly and genuine "hello," I find it so charming to think of how my Aunt Louise and Uncle John took the time to make my parents feel special.I'll always think of them and their loving legacy when I see my purple sedum growing and flourishing and providing my garden with a beautiful splash of color.
Aunt Louise, your legacy blooms and your gentle, sincere spirit is forever remembered. 
1 comment:
What a beautiful way to remember them. My grandmother had a 1 acre 'garden' and my grandfather had his other 4 acres. They planted every vegetable you could think of and my grandmother also had strawberries and lots of flowers. I remember leaving their home every Sunday with bushels of food, potatoes, zucchini, apples, pears, ruhbarb (sp?), broccoli, cauliflower, peas, peaches, eggplant, etc and yes, some plants wrapped in newspaper for re-planting.
Thanks for helping me 'dig up' those memories.
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