A scene from our property line. I am delighted to say that this used to be a bare chainlink fence.
The older I get, the more particular flowers trigger memories. There are flowers I loved as a little girl. Their scents and shapes remind me how I reveled in their existence as much as my own. There are flowers that grew at my grandparents’ houses. And my great-grandparents’ houses. And there are flowers that I will remember when I’m old. Those my mother grew, or I grew myself or shared with my children. The flowers will always return and the memories are ours to keep: it’s just that moment of recognition – putting it all together – that we so often miss.
on the bright side
We tried growing these lovely vining beans last year without success. I’m pretty sure the squirrels dug up the seeds. So when I spied this one growing along the back fence, twisting through our neighbors’ garden, I had to wonder if it was a carryover from last year. I like to imagine that the squirrels dropped this one seed from high up in the elm tree giving us all a welcome surprise this summer.