Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Mater and the Daffodils

"Where flowers bloom so does hope."
-Lady Bird Johnson

Last evening my mother gave me a sobering, lengthy account of the hospital visits and doctor's appointments she must prepare for in the days ahead.
She chanced, as the conversation idled, to glance out of the window, and she let out an exclamation of surprise.
"Snow!" she gasped. "Lots of it, coming down heavily!"
She was unable to return for the moment to the original train of thought, so out of the ordinary is the sight of a blanket of snow in Ireland in the month of March.
After much expression of astonishment, she remembered a basket of daffodils that were embedded in soil and illuminating the garden, or had been doing before the snowflakes threatened to envelope their yellow nodding heads.
"I must go." Mater recollected that I was on the other end of the telephone.
"I have to bring the daffodils indoors before the snow ruins them."
And so it was that Mater, burdened with her own concerns, disconnected the line, dashed outside and saved a bright and brilliant array of daffodils from certain doom.


Pappy said...

Well, I guess you know where you rate, right? Just a little behind the daffodils. Keep us up to date on Mater's progress. Pappy

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Texican, there you are with the witty one-liners again. Very quick on the draw.

Pauline said...

there has to be a lesson for us in that!

Lanny said...

I like your story of your Mater. Isn't it wonderful that we can have things come so quickly into our world that skew our perception of things?

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Pauline, I'm sure there is!

Lanny, I agree- I find that most interesting, and it means the supply of ideas for stories never, ever runs out. Perception is a significant element of the stories I see/write. We're all different and have varied ways of seeing the same thing.

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