This weeks theme is Memories.
The week before Christmas, I went to the cemetery to deliver flowers to several of my family members. It was a dreary, cool day and I spent lots of time thinking. Can you imagine how many memories and how much history this cemetery holds? My five times great grandparents are buried here all the way down to my dad. Two years ago, I found out my husband's grandfather's infant siblings were buried here as well. This rural community cemetery holds a memorial service each year and I enjoy going and hearing the old timers tell stories and relive so many memories.
After I left the cemetery, I wasn't ready to get back in the fast lane on the highway, so I drove down a few back roads, alone with my memories and a few songs on the radio. It was just what I needed.
My yard is a place for memories as well. Many of the plants in my yard have been passed along to me by family and friends. Each plant has connections and special memories, whether they came from my husband on our first Valentine's or the plants we started when we first got married. Daffodils from Grandmama, all the flowers my mother-in-law shared and passed along from her yard that her mother had also grown. Friends, co-workers, and church ladies shared lots of plants in the first few years we were establishing a home and garden. I'll never forget the trip my great aunt took me on to gather plants from a friend of hers. Between the two ladies, I came home with a truck load of free plants. There are so many special memories in my front yard. If we ever move from here, I'll have to dig up half my yard and take it with me!
