As Miss Great (aka Greta Garbor) and I were walking through the neighborhood earlier today we decided to sit under our favorite tree and relax in the shade. This is a favorite spot of ours and it is a lovely place. Right now in Arizona, we are experiencing a beautiful spring. Actually we had winter back in early January for about 2 weeks. February brought in temperatures in the mid-high 80’s, breaking records and causing everything to bloom a bit early. Now here it is late March and we’ve already broke 90 more than once. No…not yet! This past week we cooled down a bit and the temps are perfect.
Here’s Greta enjoying that beautiful cool green grass on her tummy. Greta is a 9 1/2 year old toy poodle who thinks the world revolves around her every need. I guess it does in a way although I do my best to not let her rule mine.
Being able to take a few minutes out of our busy life and sit under a tree and experience the cool grass brings back fond memories for me as a child. Easter was always a fun Holiday. I grew up on the southern coast of Oregon where spring was (and still is) a mixture of rain, a day or two of sun, rain, wind and rain, fog and more rain. With all that moisture the colors come alive once everything starts to bloom. You know spring is actually coming when the crocus, daffodils and tulips start pushing their green leaves through the mud or in some cases snow. By the time Easter arrives they are in full bloom.
Here are some beautiful pictures taken near Woodburn, Oregon. These fields span for many acres on both sides of Interstate 5 just north of Salem. Every year these fields are tenderly loved and nurtured so the bulbs and flowers can be harvested for market. It is always a treat to see them in full bloom.
Other fond memories are around my mom spending the entire week getting everything ready. She, like most moms in those days, were stay at home moms. That was usual back in those days of growing up in the ’50’s and ’60’s in small town USA. She would plan the shopping, cooking and baking for who ever was coming to Easter Dinner. That always happened after Sunday morning church and included the exciting Easter Egg Hunt. Getting a new Easter outfit for church meant either going shopping (which was rare) or her working for weeks ahead of time making them. Depending on the budget there may have been a pair of shoes or when we were really small, a hat and purse. Having four kids meant stretching the dollar a lot! Dinner was always the traditional Easter Ham. She would make Banana Pudding and a cake shaped like an Easter Rabbits head. She always put frosting covered in coconut (my dads favorite) to make it look like fur. It was lots of fun and definitely fond memories for me.
As we travel through life, our traditions shift and change as our families change. Parents grow old and pass on, we become parents and our kids grow up. They have families and create traditions of their own. Life moves and shifts constantly. Moving in time with those changes can be challenging. However, the most important thing to remember is that no matter where you are in life, you always have the choice to be loving and kind to everyone you come in contact with. Love is always the answer.
So as I sat and let the cool green grass caress my bare feet today, I realized how grateful I am for the upbringing I had. How fortunate I am to be who I am and to have friends and family and pets that love me.
So until next time, may your journey on the sidewalk of life be one filled with love and happy times.
The Sidewalk Traveler