Saturday, May 9, 2009
solo post - L
"My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother."
Today, looking at all of the buds on my rose bushes, I'm remembering the tradition of wearing a rose to church on mother's day - a red one if she was living and a white one if she had pasted away. I can remember with fondness my dad helping us find the perfect roses from the bushes in our yard. We would walk in proudly wearing the red rose buds we had picked – they really were not always the finest of roses but to us they were perfect, just like out mom. And on those Sunday mornings the pastor would ask all of the mothers to stand, and then calling out numbers of children gradually the mother with the most children was left standing. Also the newest and oldest mother in the congregation were recognized. They don't do that any more and no one wears roses honoring their mothers, not at our church anyway. Seems so many of these older traditions have faded in time and I think it's sad.
For the last several years my mom and I have had a tradition of celebrating mother's day by going on a garden tour together. This year the one we're going to is the High Museum of Art’s Artful Garden Tour next weekend. I'm excited to see these fabulous gardens, to learn new plants and get ideas for my own yard. Do you have a special tradition for mother's day? However you choose to celebrate I hope it's beautiful in every way.
The photos on the left are taken by me, Leslye, the mother. The photos on the right are taken by my daughter, Taylor – unless otherwise noted. Comments are always welcome. thanks
If you care to visit, I, Leslye, have another blog - AutumnSun where I ramble around different paths and pleasures of my own.