The magnolias are blooming. The ones we call magnolias, anyway. There are other magnolias which bloom and which we love but we call them by the names which identify them. Ashe magnolia, Japanese magnolia, and so forth. But these, the Grandiflora, we simply call Magnolia because truly, to us they ARE magnolias.
Vergil left this early morning for a work trip to Chicago and Jessie and the boys have come to
party stay over with us. Since Boppy wasn't home yet when they got here, August took me to the library where we proceeded to read books for over an hour.
Nothing could have made me happier.
And then Levon woke up from his nap and we all went outside for a little adventure and egg gathering and arugula picking.
And tractor riding.
Nothing could have made them happier. Except for their Boppy coming home. Which he soon did.
Levon's language skills are growing by leaps and bounds. Some of his favorite expressions and words are, "See!" "Egg!" "Do it!" "No!" and now, of course, "Boppy!"
When their grandfather pulled up into the yard August ran to meet him and Levon, his hand wrapped firmly around my little finger, plugged across the distance chanting "Boppy! Boppy! Boppy!"
How they love that man.
And he loves them.
And so supper needs to get done earlier tonight so I better get to it. It is good to have these sweethearts here.
Life can be troublesome and hearts can get weary but little people who want books and who clutch fingers and who are very, very excited to sleep in Mer and Bop's room go a long way towards putting things in perspective and bring a sort of comfort that very little else can. And there is something so wonderful about watching daughters being wonderful mothers that can make you feel like maybe you did something right.
And that is something I need on these days of quiet despair.
Off to make food.
Wishing you all a good night, and happy days together.ReplyDelete
Thank you, e. You are so sweet.Delete
Making Memories IS the Important Stuff of Life!ReplyDelete
You are exactly right.Delete
Sweet dreams at your sleepover!ReplyDelete
I've read your blog for quite awhile but have never commented. That magnolia broke my silence. It is gasp-worthy. Pure perfection.ReplyDelete
And as big a dinner plate and it smells like lemony heaven.Delete
One of my best friends has just become a "boppy" to a little girl called Eilidh. In this respect, I confess that I am as envious of him as I am of you.ReplyDelete
P.S. Are you practising your "la-la-la's" and your "doobee-doos"?
First of all, Mr. P., you have waited about thirty years too late to even talk to me about doobees, much less spangles and eight inch heels.Delete
I bet you'll get a grandchild before two years are over. That's my prediction. You would make a great Boppy!
my magnolia is shaded by a pecan tree and a maple so it takes longer for it to bloom than the others on the street in full sun and for the blooms to get down to the level where I can reach them. that magnolia is one of the things that made this house the one since I would be abandoning the magnolia in the front yard of the city house that I planted decades ago.ReplyDelete
You know, Ellen, I'm not sure I could live in a house without a magnolia in the yard. In that way too we are connected.Delete
A great day for family togetherness! I'm glad those kids are such good readers.ReplyDelete
PS -- You can be the lead singer. YP and I will be backups.
There's no way I'll be wearing a spangly dress and high heels!Delete
If only I could sing.Delete
The way we rise to the expectations of these little people speaks highly of us.ReplyDelete
You may be right, Joanne. I thank you for that insight.Delete
I can think of nothing more wonderful than your last paragraph. You sure did something right Mama. You did something good and glorious. You just need to look across the room to know it. Hugs.ReplyDelete