My Dad was a fantastic
He was even written up in the local
newspaper, as he proudly
stood in his 7 foot high corn.
He hand tilled all of it.
It paid off.
If it grew, he planted it.
We'd feast on it all summer long.
My Dad has been gone over 20
Back when I first got married,
I did my best to try to emulate my Dad's
I can clearly remember him digging up a start
of rhubarb for me to plant in my first garden.
After my Dad died,
I gave a start to one of my brothers and my sister.
When I moved to Texas, I dug up my rhubarb and took it with me.
When I returned to Minnesota,
it came back home with me.
Here it is today.
I found a special surprise today.
Whenever I cut my rhubarb, I chop off the leaves
and let them compost at the edge of my yard.
Today I found what my Dad
always called "a volunteer."
It sure made me smile
and warmed my heart.
I have a peony that was my Mom's.
No picture though as it's not even close to blooming today.
These are precious gifts to me.
as it's my birthday.
It's almost like having my Mom and Dad here with me.
Lilacs make me think
of a wonderful childhood where
my love of lilacs developed.
And love them, I do.
Their scent is intoxicating to me.
They aren't ready either
and I won't have many of them
but here is one that is trying.
Always something to look forward to.
Always something to be thankful for.
I count you as both.
Thanks for being my friend.