Archive for March, 2011

Touch the Sky

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

The Sky Meets the Hills

When I was a very young girl, my Aunt Theona lived at Creighton Hollow, –as the name implies, a valley between high hills. The hill began behind her home and climbed steeply right up to the sky.

Once a couple of older girls in the neighborhood were planning to hike to the top of the hill and they invited me to go with them. I eagerly asked my aunt for permission to go with them. She said, “No.” I was so disappointed. I tried to let her know how much I wanted to make the climb to the top of that hill. “I want to touch the sky,” I told her. “If I get to the top of the hill, I can touch the sky.”

My aunt and the girls told me that this was impossible, that no matter how high the hill is, you can never touch the sky.

I didn’t believe them. I could see how the blue of the sky touched the top of the hill.

But as time passed, I understood that what they told me is true. I can never climb high enough to touch the sky.

I never did get to hike up that hill and I still wish I could have, but I’ve hiked up other hills that were surely of equal interest to me but for other reasons than trying to touch the sky.

Now when I’m traveling in a car and the road ahead stretches ahead to climb a steep hill where the sky meets the hill, I think of that time long ago when I knew that if I could just get there, I could touch the sky!

Glad to Welcome Spring

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

Getting ready for spring!


The picture shows just a few rags of snow lying around in our area now that we have arrived at March. Our snowfall began when December arrived and though we live in a snow belt and are used to a lot of snow in winter, we were a little bit surprised at the amount of snow that fell during our winter months. It was a hard winter this year. If our snowfall didn’t break records, it came very close. We had more snow than we have in most year.

Now that the yard is free of snow, I can see that the heavy snowfall did a lot of damage to the lawn and flower beds, and shrubs. The brisk winds brought in a lot of debris from places near and far, but the funny, little aluminum gadget that I found by my arbor trellis in the side yard turned out to be the cap to the gas vent. The strong winds we had as March made its entrance lifted the cap from its lofty perch and flew it to the ground on the other side of the house. However, it took less than 10 minutes for it to be replaced by the workman, –though he had to climb to the roof level to do it.

We are eager to begin the work of raking out the dead leaves and debris from the flower beds, get the broken twigs picked up and start getting ready for late spring plantings. Bring it on! We so much enjoy seeing flowers come to life.

The Clivia Bloomed Again

Saturday, March 12th, 2011

My clivia usually blooms in February


My older friend gave me the clivia plant. I’d never heard of a clivia before. I met Bill at the Senior Center. He showed me pictures of his clivia in bloom and we talked about it. He always sat at the table nearest the entry way and when it was time for us to be quiet for the announcements and the table grace, he would jangle the little bell that sat in front of his place setting.

I talked to him often as I arrived at the Center and found that he was very interested in growing plants, and especially his clivias. His daughter had bought him his first bulbs and he had tended them for years. As they grew larger, they would send up baby plants from the roots, and every summer they would bloom these magnificent blooms. He had both orange and yellow blooms. After a while, he gave me two plants and he hoped that he’d been able to give me one of each color. He often asked me if the clivia had bloomed yet and I could never tell him yes.

He had a stroke one winter and fell while he was outdoors in the cold of winter. He had to go into a nursing home then and though he did all he could to regain his strength and use of his hands, he never got back to live at his home. I visited him at the nursing home every week and we laughed together at stories he told from his past or tales I told about my life. And often, he asked me about my clivias. He so much wanted to know if he’d given me both colors, as he’d hoped.

Several years ago, he died, before Easter, and, after his death, the larger of the two plants bloomed and it is orange. I called his daughter and we talked about it and how I wished I could tell her father that it bloomed. She felt sure that her dad knows about it blooming and it was a comfort to her that the plant bloomed so soon after his death.

The second plant is still growing larger and stronger and still has no signs of putting up a bloom, but every years since that first bloom, the first plant has bloomed in February. The bloom lasts for several weeks. I enjoy seeing it begin to bloom and enjoy its beauty as it unfolds. I regret that it can’t have blooms all summer but I do enjoy seeing it while it lasts. I still have some hopes that the second plant will be yellow. I think that some clivias bloom in summer. Maybe my second plant will bloom this year. It’s very healthy and is so much bigger than when Bill gave it to me. (Apparently these plants take a long time to mature enough to bloom, or send up shoots from the roots. I have had no baby plants from them yet, but surely some day!)

I still visit in the nursing home, and usually think of Bill as I go there. He was always so happy to see me and made me feel that each visit was a gift to him. It means a lot to me to have this pretty plant that he gave me. It’s a beautiful reminder of Bill, — in a tangible way.

Lunch at School

Thursday, March 10th, 2011

Chicken soup for lunch.

Though I usually brought my lunch from home when I was in elementary school, there were times when I bought lunch in the cafeteria. We had menus to take home, so we could choose whether to buy lunch on any particular day.

There was one meal that they served that I couldn’t stand. A soup. I thought it tasted like “chicken foot” soup. How I would ever have come by that idea I can’t remember. I had never had such a thing but I must have heard that somewhere. I wouldn’t buy my lunch on the days they served what I called chicken foot soup.

When I brown bagged it, or come to think of it, I suspect that I had a lunch box, though I can’t remember it at all, I wanted a meat sandwich in my lunch. But there were days when Mom ran out of lunch meat and then she would put a jelly sandwich in my lunch. I was always disappointed when I discovered a jelly sandwich, even though it was the best jam or jelly that I could have had. It was something Mom had made from our summer fruit. However, it was disappointing to me.

I distinctly remember one day sitting down at the lunch room table, saying a silent table grace to thank God for my food, and then finding a jelly sandwich instead of lunch meat. I thought that I wasn’t really thankful to have a jelly sandwich.

What a problem I must have made for my mom, –to provide lunches for me that I would appreciate. I think I must have been a finicky eater when I was in elementary school. I think I’m not nearly so finicky about foods now as I was back then.

Let’s Have Lunch

Friday, March 4th, 2011

In one of my earliest memories of school lunch time, I am sitting under the old oak tress (in my mind they are oak trees, wonder what they really were) at the edge of the school playground and eating my bag lunch with a group of classmates. I was happily eating a cheese sandwich when one of the girls pointed to me and said, “She’s a mouse.” What?

“You’re eating cheese. Mice like cheese. You’re a mouse!” It was a great joke that everybody enjoyed.

But, oddly enough, the more I thought about the sandwich and a mouse eating cheese, the less I liked my sandwich. After that I wouldn’t take a cheese sandwich any more. That silly joke turned me against eating a plain cheese sandwich. I still don’t want a cheese sandwich, unless it’s grilled cheese. I like that very much, even though a mouse would probably like it, too.

The mind can play tricks on us.