I Remember Mom

As I sit at my computer and see all the waving arms of bright yellow forsythia wishing me Good Morning, my thoughts turn to my mom.

With the lilac bush ready to bloom and send forth it's delicate scent beside what was once her bedroom window, I think of Mom. We planted that white lilac there just for her and its so light in fragrance compared to the heady purple.

Since our nights have warmed up, we sit and enjoy the sound of the peep frogs courting, something Mom and I loved to do when we lived in the country, and now I enjoy listening to them with my hubby. He will drive me to the largest pond in the area and we will sit until I have my fill of them. Music to my ears but I'm sure not to the neighbors living beside the pond. I so love the water concerts they put on for all to enjoy and they end much too soon to suit me.

I have always loved the night sounds and remember hating the time we traveled, staying at KOA parks and Good Sam's which were usually close to the connecting highways. The sound of traffic and truck tires whining on the concrete set my teeth on edge. I was missing the soothing sound of my night critters.

I look out the window to reassure myself that everything in my world is as it should be. The slight breeze, the branches of the trees gently dancing and looking forward to the opening of their new green leaves. The brook just barely running since we have had warm dry days but I can still see the shining water as it winnows its way sluggishly through all the dead fallen leaves.

It's nearly the end of April and soon it will be May. No wonder my thoughts have turned to Mom. Everything she loved is in bloom, even the majestic magnolia. It will soon be Mother's Day and then her birthday. I always brought her a huge bouquet of deep purple lilacs on her birthday. She preferred them to store bought flowers. She love wildflowers and music. She was so light on her feet and made dancing look so easy. She tried to teach me but I was stiff as a board so kept my dancing attempts to my bedroom when I listened to my radio.

I did inherit my love of music from her and my love of wildlife, but somehow she failed to impart the simple movement of dance to my uncooperative legs and feet. However, she did leave me with memories of all the musicals we attended when I was a child and I still remember the words to most of the songs and sing them often. Yes, I remember you Mom and I miss you. Especially now, your favorite time of the year, and mine.