“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Walking on Flowers

Overlooking the creek. The front yard.

I am so enchanted by flowers that fall to the ground.
I'm sure you've noticed.

But, oh! How wonderful it feels to wade through ankle-deep wisteria blossoms, to see a cat sleepily nestled among red camellias. And when the wind-blown blooms fall from the sky like rain, how very much it feels like standing in a fairy-tale snow globe. Street curbs are full of yellow flowers that smell like candy, and piled to the brim with wisteria and pink & white dogwood & leftover gifts from tulip trees. It rained hard yesterday, but still there are these mounds of flowers - that's how covered we are. Azaleas of all colors surround me, but I am in love with the ground around them - white & magenta & bubble gum pink & pale baby-girl pink, the stamens pink & white ribbons with which to wrap these gifts. There is nothing quite like walking through our unmowed yard, the almost knee-high yellow blossoms of weeds brushing against my legs as I take the trash to the backyard (we have been busy & the mower is broken), the dripping wisteria hanging low, caressing my face, leaving purple petals stuck to my cheeks, the wet leaves of the pear tree licking my arms; it is a tight fit around the spiral staircase. The backyard is a sea of lavender, with bluebonnets pushing up through the grass - we are such lazy gardeners & what will be, will be.

I remember the last words I whispered to Mary,
that last day she seemed to understand things.
The hearing is the last to go, they said,
and so I talked.
The tulip trees had just bloomed,
and pink blossoms littered the ground.
We are walking on flowers, I told her.
And soon, she was too.
Mary - Charlie is fine, we are fine - but we miss you.


  1. This brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know that sound was the last to go. But when my best friend died three years ago this May, I held her and whispered to her until she died. I'm so glad to know that likely, she heard me tell her over and over that I loved her. And that she'd been a wonderful grandmother to my daughters. And that she had meant so much to me. Like a mother figure when, before her, there was none.

  2. sounds like a fairy land to me and the smell must be heavenly too. you've painted such a picture in my mind and made my senses come alive.

  3. I can just imagine what a beautiful place your neighborhood is...and it must smell heavenly. I can't wait until I can see green and colors around here (IL)- it is so drab and gray now. Have a wonderful day!

  4. You are enjoying full on spring. We have snow in the forecast. SNOW! In late March. In Missouri!

  5. Oh my gosh, you have taken me to heaven, flower heaven. Seems you presented a lovely heaven to your dear Mary too~

  6. whoa. that last whisper to mary. i hope someone who loves me will know the perfect thing to say in my last days as you did with Mary. you are amazing. and i know that the blossoms are bruised and turning brownish and getting smooshed (especially following the rain) and yet... you have a heart that sees those perfectly formed and perfectly colored blossoms and you share them with us.

  7. Spring is wrapping around you and sticking to you with its colour and enchanting scents. We are having a very slow start to spring this year but I am so looking forward to being encapsulated in a flowery snow globe too! What a wonderful thought.

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