In A Vase On Monday is hosted each week by the inspirational and resourceful Cathy at Rambling in the Garden. Click here to see what she and other participating bloggers have put together this week.
One of my sisters, we'll call her Peggy to protect the innocent, was an active child and wore through or lost a lot of shoes. Another sister, the eldest of the five of us, (For the sake of the story, we'll call her Dirce.) was more responsible and took much better care of her shoes. In those days, most children didn't have a closet full of footwear in every trendy style and brand as many do now. My parents were young and didn't have a lot of money. My father gave Peggy a new pair of shoes after she'd lost or worn out her last pair and said that if she lost these, she'd have to wear the wooden shoes he had down cellar (west coast translation - in the basement) No one seems to remember where those shoes came from just that complete with painted dutch scenes, they were always down there. You can guess the rest of the story. On the first day that Peggy wore her new shoes, while waiting for the school bus, she was kicking her feet and one of the shoes flew off and into the river. The older sisters, Dirce and Kathy, teased her and begged our father to make her wear the wooden shoes. Instead, much to Dirce's consternation, Peggy got to wear a pair of Dirce's shoes.
The original wooden shoes from the empty threat probably got left behind when we moved to Alaska but we always think of Peggy whenever we see wooden shoes. The one pictured came from a thrift store years ago because they made me laugh aloud thinking of the story and because they fit, I wore them one Thanksgiving to greet Peggy at the door when she arrived.
This vase, bought when I was in my early teens at a sale in Alaska, is fitting because I wanted to use the parrot tulips before they dropped their petals. They've bloomed nicely outside and are starting to fade. Perfect for this vase from the 20's which is also a bit past it's prime. Notice the wooden shoes?
Parrot tulips, forgot the variety, a couple of weeks ago.
I didn't know anything about this pottery or it's maker until searching the interweb today. Isn't the information age interesting?
The bracken fern which pops up everywhere in my garden here is a reminder of my niece and I digging some up with our hands on a hike to bring back to my sister's garden. They don't spread as rampantly in gardens in the north. The forget-me-nots are included because of their name and because they're the state flower of Alaska.
These started blooming with the mid season tulips but have held their flowers for several weeks while the others ceased blooming at least a week ago.
Their flamboyant petals will soon fall and all that will be left is the memory of the spring they bloomed so beautifully. Half were grown in a large pot so I'll fertilize it well and keep it hot and dry during the summer and see if they return next season.
Thank goodness for memories that make us smile, and for dear people with whom to share them!
- HEN I lie where shades of darkness
- Shall no more assail mine eyes,
- Nor the rain make lamentation
- When the wind sighs;
- How will fare the world whose wonder
- Was the very proof of me?
- Memory fades, must the remember'd
- Perishing be?
- Oh, when this my dust surrenders
- Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,
- May these loved and loving faces
- Please other men!
- May the rusting harvest hedgerow
- Still the Traveller's Joy entwine,
- And as happy children gather
- Posies once mine.
- Look thy last on all things lovely,
- Every hour. Let no night
- Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
- Till to delight
- Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
- Since that all things thou wouldst praise
- Beauty took from those who loved them
- In other days.