Jennifer at As Cozy As Spring is hosting the Loveliness of Gardens. She's a perfect hostess for this fair. She has the most wonderful plants in her garden!
I had planned this post about my little patch of dirt we've put together. We have to have a raised bed because the soil is very rocky and
it's just too hard to dig it's easier. But, we've all been sick. Usually, when I'm sick I'm just feeling under the weather, but this time around, this cold hit hard. So, we went to my parents house to recuperate this weekend. While there, I took pictures of my mother's wonderful flowers. She has taken to gardening and it has become her passion (she's also using gardening to fill the time she had spent with my youngest brother who moved out 3 weeks ago when he found a good job in Dallas).
I don't know the names of many of her flowers and her garden puts mine to shame. I take after my mother and have a pretty green thumb. If I would only take the time and effort I know my gardens can be spectacular. I only need to change my mindset--this is my permanent home (God willing) and I need to make it so.
Hydrangeas. I love these flowers.
My mother calls these, in Korean, Saucer Flower. Of course, that helps me not a bit in finding out the real name.
The geranium was my maternal grandmother's favorite flower. My mother and sister have an abundance of geraniums around their homes. I plan on doing the same.
It has come as a surprise as I write this to realize that taking pictures of this garden gave my mother and me a precious memory. She was so happy to show me her garden. It's a garden of love--the love she gave us as she tended to us, and raised us in this world that is still so foreign to her. What a lovely gift I received today.
Here's a final look at one of her flower beds.
Spring always seems to arrive early in central Texas. The trees start to bud late February, early March. Then Spring decides to take a rest and leaves us with a cold snap. This year was no exception. However, Spring decided she really needed to get a much longer rest and let Winter come back and drop a few inches of snow for Easter Sunday. We might not have white Christmases around here, but now we can say we have white Easters.
From my neck of the woods (the Great State of Texas), Matilda sends along pictures of wildflowers. She's even named most of them. I love wildflowers most especially bluebonnets.
My friends in the northeastern part of the country are no strangers to snow on Easter. Their spring starts much, much later than ours. There are sure signs of spring though. Angela shows us how Finally! spring is here. Her pictures show the contrast of the final vestiges of winter and the budding spring season. Cheryl takes us through a spring Saturday spent outdoors. I can't wait to see what the "spring set" looks like when it's finished. Dawn gives us a list of great activities to celebrate spring. She draws such a great mental picture of what her spring morning was like.
Spring means many things to many people. Sarah writes about what spring means to her. It is a lovely collage of thoughts and each brings lovely images to mind. For others it's a way to begin something new--a habit, garden, anything. Elena has great suggestions on new things to try to rejuvenate oneself.
The warmer weather brings people out of their houses into nature. Donna took her family on a nature walk and discovered so many wonderful things. Divina, meanwhile, took her family to the seashore. It looks like a fun time was had by all.
I've been working on getting my garden done but it's taken more time than I thought it would. The choices have been overwhelming and the cacophony of color at the garden center has made it difficult to narrow down the choices. Ruth has a lovely garden and I really like her Mary garden.
I love Mary's post about what spring means to her family: BASEBALL!! I love baseball and the start of baseball signifies the start of spring. Why else would they have spring training. I've rooted for the LA Dodgers almost my entire life but recently, the Red Sox have been creeping into our lives more (my inlaws live in the Boston area and I attended college there).
I hope you have enjoyed this tour into the loveliness of spring. I hope you are enjoying the warm breezes of spring wherever you are.
Editing to add a couple of entries that are late but that's okay as spring can be late too. Suzanne writes about her spring chore which involves some pretty napkins. Maria has pictures a plenty of her beautiful flowers in her garden.
Another late entry--a nature walk by Cay and her girls that is just lovely.
My father is a very stoic man who does not show affection. He shows us his love through his actions. He used to work 18 hour days as a clerk in two different liquor stores to support his family during our family's hardest times. That to me spoke volumes of his love for his family. So, it comes as no surprise that he would through his actions show his love for me and my baking.
I was sixteen at the time and it was Thanksgiving. I was usually given the task of making the meal. I set out to make the pumpkin pie and I was so proud of it. After Thanksgiving, I proudly put a piece of pie in front of my dad. He gobbled it up and declared it delicious. Then everyone else dug in. Everyone took a bite and said, "Oh, it's awful! What's wrong with it?" Well, it turns out I forgot the sugar. My dad ate the entire piece without wincing or grimacing. I'll always remember what he did for me.
Now, many years later, I still do the baking and most of the cooking, with help from my mother, on special occasions. However, that was the best pumpkin pie I ever made. My dad loved me through it.