I hadn’t forgotten about them, but I had forgotten about the magic of them.
When we pulled into the driveway a few weeks ago and she saw the bright yellow flowers shooting up from the ground, she couldn’t get out to pick one fast enough.
In that moment, she became the third generation of our family to pick those same flowers from that same spot, stick ‘em in an old glass bottle filled with water and put them in the kitchen window.
It is both amazing and heartbreaking how a jonquil bulb can outlive a person.
The same is true of that old under-the-cabinet radio in the kitchen. It is still going strong even though it’s been well over two decades since your fingers turned its knobs. Although, I do believe it can only be tuned into country stations.
I turned that radio on the other day while I was cooking. I was in the kitchen all afternoon and into the evening, that radio going the whole time and those jonquils smiling at me from the windowsill. I am not necessarily a person who enjoys to spend that much time in the kitchen, but on that day as the music played and the Circus helped me to mix up the batter for the pound cake, there is no other place in the world I would have rather been.
Our little girl has also learned the Swingin’ song. I picked her up from her Aunt Sherry’s house one afternoon and there they were singing it on the swing set when I pulled up. She had told her all about it and how you used to sing it to me.
When she started belting it out the next day, flying high on that swing in the front yard, already knowing the song word-for-word, I knew that song must have been ingrained in her DNA before she took her first breath and she had just needed someone to remind her she already knew it.
I like to think that before she got to me, you pulled her close and sang her that song. You probably went on and chose which little ringlet curl was yours as well, as you always did get first pick. And among other things, I’m sure you also told her never to underestimate the healing power of a milkshake or country music. Then, you sent her on down to me.
She picks your jonquils, loves country music just as much as you did and has those classic Grannie Peggy curls.
She’s never met you, but I have a feeling you’re never far from her.
I think the only thing you forgot to mention to her was how easy it is to flip out of the hammock and roll down the hill. But then again, where would the fun in that be?