May 1, 2011 11:57 am
Updated: May 3, 2011 3:12 am
They say April showers bring May flowers. I guess there's some merit to that old saying. When I was a kid I loved going to Grandma and Grandpa's house. They lived on a farm; not the kind that had animals (that would have been over the top!) but a vegetable
farm. Grandpa made maple syrup as well, hundreds of gallons of the liquid gold.
I spent many hours of my youth in Grandpa's corn fields and bean fields. But where I spent the most time was with one of his dogs exploring the woods where all those maple sugar trees were. I could spend hours squatting beside a mud puddle trying to catch
frogs, or just walking thru the woods daydreaming. I can still hear Grandma calling my name as she made her way thru the woods looking for me - it was dinner time and I'd been gone all day.
More often than not she'd find me somewhere near the big ravine that was covered in bluebells and trilliums. These pictures are transplants from that very place. When my husband and I bought our house Grandpa trudged up to his old woods, long since sold but
still standing just the same, and dug me up a bunch of those bluebells and trilliums. We planted them down by the creek and 25 years later they are still there. There are only 6 lonely little trillium plants amongst hundreds of bluebells. The bluebells
are everywhere, threatening to take over that end of our yard. I say let them have the real estate - every time I pull into my driveway and look toward the creek in the Spring I think of Grandpa and Grandma. And those are good thoughts. Good thoughts that
turn into more good memories of my childhood. I hope that one day my children will purchase a home and ask for a few of those bluebells down by the creek.
Missy checking out the flowers