Dear Diary, I love Flowers, Too


Sunday dawned fair. I was driving to the grocery store, not long after the day was born. I was having company for breakfast!  Will and Jenny stopped by on the their way home, after being out of town for several days.  I had stayed up til two am, finishing that floor and of course cleaning up the mess I had strewn in the process.  I had almost enough eggs, almost enough bacon,no milk and no juice.  So armed with a coffee, I drove to the nearest town and shopped in record time-at least for me.  

Somehow, breakfast was ready and the house was mostly tidy,  when they got here.  Lyla was so glad to see me, and I was certainly glad to see her.  I had not seen her in two weeks .   I am convinced that painting that floor had kept me just busy enough, not to cry about it.  Growing up on a farm, you get used to having family close by.  I grew up with first, second, third and fourth cousins, all within a few miles.  Of course, there were all the “great” grandmothers, aunts and uncles too.  You could go anywhere, and you were “home”  back then.  There were no “play-dates” -you played with your cousins.  You wore their “hand-me-downs” and knew their secrets. If you got sick at school, any of them could show up to get you. Many times,  we cousins, would take off to the woods and play for hours , uninterrupted.  We had forts complete with governments and trials .  We could tell suppertime by the shadows and you can best believe we went home, when the sunlight slanted at some certain degree.   No one worried about getting kidnapped . . with the exception of attending the county fair. We had to stick close at the fair, as apparently Grandmama had heard of such a thing.  It was a different  and beautiful time to grow up in.  I am thankful that Will has all sorts of family in Elizabeth City-and I am not that far away, either.  When Jenny told me that they were moving to Elizabeth City, now three years back, I knew Will had some family there.  Then I found out not only his mom, but aunts and uncles-and a slew of cousins, too-well, I knew right then that Jenny had an army of folks behind her and I did not worry in the least.  As it turns out, I was right.

After breakfast, we all went out and strolled around the rabbit patch.  We usually get our first frost about this time, but this year we are still at eighty degrees most days, and  so it was muggy out.  When a slight breeze loosed some leaves, Lyla said “look, Honeybee!  It’s raining leaves!”  She smelled all the flowers and said “I love flowers.”  , in such a soft voice.  I told Lyla, that her great grandmother did too . . and so did I.  You tell the family stories, in moments like these.  My own mama was always good at that.  She told us things about those before us, til I could have sworn I knew them, though they had passed long before my  birth.

Sunday afternoon slipped by like a lullaby-soft and easy.  I did take a nap, but I managed to clean the car out and put away laundry, also.  The Farmlife community is a quiet one, but on Sunday it is about silent.  When you can hear a leaf fall- you are in a peaceful place.  

Dear Diary, I am so glad for slight wind that loosens autumn leaves and wildflowers growing, where tomatoes used to.  I am glad for quiet afternoons and  most of all . . .Sunday mornings that begin with my loved ones sitting at the same table.

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Lyla at the painted lamp post



and picking wildflowers where tomatoes used to grow.

27 thoughts on “Dear Diary, I love Flowers, Too

  1. Oh I miss those days when someone is at the breakfast table beside me. That has has been one of the hardest things to get use to with my husband gone. My DnL use to work one weekend a month and my #1 son would come for breakfast on Sunday morning ( if he was lucky enough to get home) He hauls cattle out west in one of those Big trucks and sometimes he gets home and sometimes it is very late only to go again the next day. Sunday morning breakfast is either fresh farm eggs etc. or blender waffels with maple syrup or honey.
    I’m glad for you they came by on their way home. Families are special.

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    1. Gosh, we do miss days gone by! I never imagined this part of life-everybody went somewhere and you feel stranded at times. That is why I try to stay busy-and thank God for Lyla. I hope you have many Sunday morning breakfasts with your loved ones! love Michele

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  2. Wow 2 a.m. you must have been exhausted when you got up early to race to the store to get food…no wonder you had coffee in hand! Yes it has been a warm fall, but I’m rather enjoying that, not wanting to relinquish the days to cold yet! All of my family, cousins, aunts, uncles were all around in the town that I grew up in too. And yes we played for hours and had forts too, we did not worry about being kidnapped either…sad that we have to today. I love your words “Sunday afternoon slipped by like a lullaby-soft and easy”. I just love the way you write and put the day together for us to imagine….just lovely! Glad you were able to sneak in a nap you deserved one!! Lyla is such a cutie pie and says the sweetest things…we can learn so much from children…and she learns so much from you! I love flowers too….love Deb xo

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    1. Deb-I was exhausted! Oh I detest rushing-but it was worth it! I am glad you had a sweet childhood-doesn’t it make the difference? thank you for your sweet words-you give to others with kind and encouraging words-thank you! love Michele

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      1. Yeah for family it’s always worth it. Yes my sweet childhood does make all the difference…I wish the youth of today could enjoy the outdoors freely as we did. Awe thank you for your kind words, much appreciated!! love Deb

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  3. Lyla is absolutely beautiful and such a sweetheart! Oh my! My heart just melted when I saw her preciousness! As for family living nearby unfortunately that is not the norm these days as families tend to be spread out throughout the globe. How sad that all that closeness is gone. I sometimes yearn for the days that close knit communities were the norm. Even neighbors today barely acknowledge another. Thank you for teaching Lyla how to listen and to be connected to what really counts … Mother Nature. Be blessed, Michele. Another uplifting breeze filled post. Thank you! 💖

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