They always bring to mind my first boss, Mrs. Weston, who called them jonquils. I worked in a greenhouse in high school and had never heard the word “jonquils” before. Seeing them open in my own garden makes me a bit nostalgic. 🙂
Memory is a tricky thing. Two people can remember the same event in two very distinct ways. Who’s to say whose memory is more accurate? Sometimes it’s hard to trust one’s own memory.
My mother struggles with hers. The doctor says it’s cognitive impairment and will get worse. I’m not wholly convinced. Maybe she’s just tired of trusting it. In any case, I’m thankful for my own memory and for the gift that it is each day.
I saw on the news recently that being outdoors is good for one’s mental health. Duh! This is news? There’s something about the trees, the birds, the expansive sky above, the grass or the mountains under your feet. Right? Why do we need studies to prove what we all already know? Just stepping outside, after being cooped up in an office, in front of a computer screen, or in a house doing dishes and laundry, can make your whole being sigh!
So, I try to take daily walks outside, as much for my brain as for my body. When I finished walking this morning, I picked pea pods, a single cuke, a handful of raspberries, and a decent bowlful of blueberries from my gardens. And I brought them inside. But, as I passed all the flowers in the yard, it dawned on me that I never think to bring them inside. I know people who bring cut flowers in all the time. Why haven’t I? I had no answer for myself, so I grabbed the kitchen shears and went back outside to collect a bouquet.
My point is, if being outdoors can make you happy, then why not bring some of the outdoors in? I’ve got garden-fresh fruits and veggies and a lovely bouquet to boost my spirits. What kind of outdoor treasures do you bring indoors?
You know, they don’t even have to be living things. Just reminders of your connection to the great outdoors. Think about it! Think outside! 🙂
At the end of July, I had the unexpected opportunity to visit Beaverton, OR. I accompanied my mother to visit her ailing sister. What a surprise to find a beautiful rose garden just minutes from our hotel!
The International Rose Test Garden in Washington Park, a multi-level spread of color, captivated me (and my camera) despite the 90+ degree heat.
It was a bit too hot for my mother, but she found a nice bench!
You’d think that roses would be nothing much to look at in the heat of mid-summer, their best days behind them. But what a treat we found! I’m sure you’ll agree. And can you imagine the splendor of this place in the spring? It might be worth another visit, if it weren’t for the 6-hour plane ride. 🙂