Greetings from Seattle

Saturday, May 24, 2014


Memorial Day is about remembering.  It is about memories.  

I actually got my husband to go for a walk with me this morning. We talked as we walked, about the movie we just saw, but also about times past.  As we passed a yard that was left to overgrow before being mowed down, the drying grass filled my olfactories  with the scent of hay.  That triggered memories, as it always does, of summer on the farm where I grew up.  That scent makes me nostalgic.  In fact Memorial Day weekend itself makes me nostalgic.  

As a student, Memorial Day meant the school year was over and there might be a few days of freedom before the work of strawberry picking began, which continued into a summer of laboring in the crop fields near my home in the Willamette Valley. That included haying time, where I helped drive the tractor with the hay wagon or pitched hay bales onto the trailer.

As a teacher, Memorial Day weekend meant the end of the school year  was near and a much needed vacation was about to begin.  Now that is true for our daughter and grand children.  

Just the plants and flowers and grasses that erupt in May set me to remembering.  As I walked around my garden today, I thought of the 34 years we have been here and have labored to create this place.  I thought of my mother, who loved flowers and taught me to garden.

Down on our newly rebuild deck, we have added an old window, a relic of the Fuller cousin's cabin on Whidbey Island.  That cabin is gone now, replaced by a new, modern structure which will create its own memories.  

 The wisteria is fading now. It will soon be just a memory again until it appears next year. The last flush of the rhododendrons is still adding color.
 Vignettes of color and texture come and go in the garden. 
 In the raised beds the crops are growing.  While we raise fewer vegetables than we used to, we've always had a vegetable patch. Growing up in the valley we had a big garden that was very important in feeding our family.
 Poppies are popping, iris and fox glove and columbine.
 The first roses are blooming.

 The patio pot collection seems to grow each year.
 And there too is a memorial, to my mother and to my Uncle Bill.  Yes he was a Veteran, but then so was my mother, just of a different kind.
I'll be visiting my mother's resting place on Monday.  The valley is calling me.  Memories will abound.

I hope each of you is having a pleasant Memorial Day weekend, either enjoying memories or making new ones.


  1. You really and truly have the most beautiful yard I have ever seen in my life. Having only seen the yard in photographs I can't even imagine how beautiful it is in person.

  2. You have some nice connections here that takes you back in the past.

  3. This whole post was very beautiful. It triggered many memories within me also. Thank you. MB

  4. I sure enjoyed reading this. I think that your garden is a wonderful reflection of who you are: a very hard working woman who from an early age learned lessons on the farm that were used to create a garden that speaks of inguinity, beauty, tranquility, interest, texture, and a bit of whimsy. Your garden reflects your values and speaks of a rare and long last partnership between a husband and a wife. Your garden reflects the stability that comes from putting down deep roots.

    Memorial Day is a time to honor those who went before us and showed us the way. Enjoy your weekend.

  5. Well written post, Linda.
    Blessings to you and your family always.

  6. beautiful words-quite poetic!

  7. Aw, this is so beautiful--words and pictures. My grand son and I took a tour of my neighbor's garden. She lives across the road up in the woods and her yard is like a woodland fairy scape. My grandson kept saying, "this is so pretty!" I love that he appreciates a garden.

  8. Linda, your gardens and your pictures are wonderful. Thanks for sharing them. You live in a beautiful area. Whidbey Island is on my bucket list.

  9. What a sweet, wonderful post. Thanks for all that you do, and all you have done to make the world a better place, Linda. Yes, it's a time for remembering, and appreciating. :-)

  10. Beautiful garden and beautiful sentiment in your words.

  11. Your garden always makes me smile, Linda. I would love to sit in it someday. Sigh...

    I agree with you about Memorial day. The meaning is deeper for me now and is more a time for reflection. Your garden is the perfect place to have those moments.

  12. Memories abound on that special day! I enjoyed this post very much. Only 12 more school days left!


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