Wednesday, March 4, 2009
"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.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 12:59 PM