Mother’s Black Pearl

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I can mark my calendar by a lily’s blossom. My mother’s Black Pearl is such a faithful July bloomer that I could flip my calendar by her first magenta starburst.

This year, Pearl is particularly glorious.

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Every time she flowers, I rejoice at Pearl’s faithfulness because she’s part of my history.

For years, she reigned in the flowerbed at the corner of the dining room of my childhood home, welcoming all who ventured up the sidewalk.

My parents were proud of Pearl. A gift from a friend, she even has a pedigree, recorded on onionskin paper.

After they were gone, I moved her to our yard. Now, each year, I feel that mysterious connection between

what once was,

is,

and

someday will be.

I’d like to think one of my children will want Pearl when Terry and I are no longer here.

Better yet, maybe all of them will want a start of Grandma’s pride and joy.

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After all, Pearl is always expanding, sending up shoots through the azalea branches. Besides, I need to do my part to instill the Latimer love for flower gardening.

Maybe I’ll give them a start of Black Pearl.

I’ll copy her papers.

And I’ll tell them about their Granddad’s love for flower gardening, a passion instilled by his mother. It’s a love I must have inherited because the older I get, the more flowering plants I want in my yard.

I think about the power of a single blossom to connect us to folks who understood the seasons, sowing and reaping–

people who came before us yet live on through us.

Once again, I remember my rich heritage.

And I am blessed in the remembering.

What about you?

Is there something that blesses and connects you to those who came before you?

I’d love to hear about it.

By the way, if you’d like a start of Pearl, drop by. I’ll even copy her pedigree for you.

 

So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Matthew 6:28-29

 

SWEET REWARDS

 

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Gardenia Update

Awhile back in Scents of Summer, I told you about how I keep trying to grow gardenias because they take me back to my childhood.

Here’s the latest on those three bushes.

GardeniapotThe new potted plant on the sidewalk is struggling a bit, but because it was full of buds when I bought it, I’m being rewarded anyway. However, it needs some TLC, which is on my list today.

On a happier note, I think one of the older plants is quite happy in its new digs. My clue was what greeted me yesterday when I walked to the far side of the porch to get the water hose.

The sweet smell of gardenias.

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The fragrance came from one of the two older bushes that we moved last year. The front one to be exact. I counted eight large blossoms and lots of buds, so I picked a couple of the flowers.

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I’m thinking you’ve already guessed how good my kitchen smells today.

Gardenias. That unmistakable fragrance of summer in the South.

Just call me grateful.

I’ve already decided where to move that second older bush that’s not faring as well. It’s going to swap locations with a shade-loving hosta that gets lots of sunlight.

I bet they’ll both be happier.

Observations

  • Most of us could use more sunshine in our lives.
  • We often reap rewards when we take the advice of more knowledgeable folks.
  •  Even experts don’t get it right every time.
  • When things don’t go as planned, look for another option.
  • Sweet fragrances lift our spirits.

Is something sweetening your day? I’d love to hear about it.

 

It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice,

Even with joy and singing.

Isaiah 35:2a (NKJV)

 

SHOUTS OF SPRING

red-budsI love spring, don’t you?

Although it seems too soon, she decided to arrive early this year. And she’s done it with a shout.

Every trip in and out of my neighborhood has been glorious. Each week something new was in bloom.

I meant to stop and take pictures, but I was in too big a hurry to get to an appointment or take care of an errand, so I never got around to stopping. The hedgerow of bridal wreath has gone green–their tiny white flowers long blown away. The tulip trees are a bit bedraggled. (Like me on a bad hair day, they wouldn’t appreciate being photographed.)

But new wonders greeted me today, so I stopped and took some pictures. I thought I’d share them with you. Continue reading