May 3 2020
A Georgia Memory
I love bringing spring inside the house.
The daffodils are all coming into bloom now. The intense yellow forsythia is blooming. Yesterday on the walk AC and I took through the woods, I could see that the willow leaves were emerging—like bits of green lace against the blue sky. And a butterfly rode the currents of the wild wind: I could see only for a moment s/he was black with neon green spots on the outer bits of the wings.
The rock that lives in my kitchen window is part of an old mill stone from a mill owned by Georgia Bryans way back in the day. Since inland Georgia did not start to be settled until around the 1830s, this mill stone could go way, way back.
My beloved Georgia uncle, who inherited the family farm, took me to the mill site once many, many years ago—back when I was in my late 20s or early 30s. It’s a lovely memory, and I’ve carted this rock around with me ever since. Sydney Bryan created many, many memories for me over the years.
I always try to find some pussy willow branches locally each spring as well. The soft grey bud is such a mystery for me.
The Siberian blue Scilla are naturalizing across the yard now—after many years. I try to plant more bulbs every year.
I’ll need to mow this next week some time. Recent rains jumpstarted the growth of the grass.
Enjoy every day of spring. Take time to watch how it emerges, a bit each day until all at once, the grand burst into summer appears.