"In your garden scatter seeds
of loving thoughts and kindly deeds;
you will open wide the magic gate,
happiness will not be late;
if you walk the sunlit way,
joy will come as bright as day."
Ethel Fairmont, from "The Lovely Garden."
Sunday, May 9, 2010
My mother is special. I know what you're thinking, all mothers are special, how is yours so much better? I guess I should have said, my mother is special, wonderful, and saintlike.
In the mornings, after breakfast and the news, we read our morning office together. I have seldom seen her angry. She exudes love, and forgiveness. She is patient, loving, humble. She is a great cook, not fancy or gourmand, but every thing she makes tastes comforting, filled with the joy of family.
What else? She is 88, looks twenty years younger, and is game to try anything. In the last five years she has been on an all terrain vehicle, played baseball, worked in the garden, scrubbed down walls, climbed ladders, and complained of tiredness never. She will sit down to rest, but if its a holiday, or a picnic, she makes 90% of the food, and will accept no help.
So why am I here? While she organizes the wash, I lift the baskets and unload the dryer. When she climbs the ladder, I hold it. I spread the mulch, and do the planting, much to her regret. She can hardly watch me as she regrets not doing it all herself. She will drive to church, but I drive 90% of the time. She is 88 but worries about my doing so much, though I am 20 years younger. She is my mom, and she is very special!
I am a retired teacher of at-risk youth. I have an interest in Literature and History. My masters degree in English is from The Bread Loaf School of English, Middlebury College, Middlebury, Vermont.
I write poetry, and have published a collection entitled, Dusting By Stars. I have written a novel on Crispus Attucks entitled Tucks and Me, which was published May, 2015.
I have formed a company, Chickadee Hill Inc., to sell my photography and writing. My website can be found at chickadeehillinc.com.