Showing posts with label forsythia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label forsythia. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Fence Day


Saturday was Fence Day at Paul's house in State College.
Paul
and Den
and the two Matts
were busy all day
digging holes,
mixing Sacrete,
installing stringers,
and making a lovely fence of Amish lumber.
The yard is now quieter and safer.

View from the back deck
Anna
and Lucy
and their friend Lily
were busy all day
digging holes,
making signs,
peddling trimmed forsythia branches--
A British woman drove up 
and was Anna's first customer. 
Nicky had been admiring the "for-SIGH-thia" at Spring Creek Park, 
but had resisted the urge to pick 
what she called "the essence of a Pennsylvania spring." 
We all agreed her stop was pre-ordained.
...riding bikes,
balance-beaming up boards to the trailer,
eating violets--
you can nibble the nectaries out 
for a tiny sweet treat 
or eat the whole flower. 
They taste somewhat like cucumbers.
...playing catch,
finding bunny poop-- 
If you look very carefully, 
you can see what the bunny ate.
...tying a string to a stuffed seal on the sidewalk
and then hiding like a spy under the forsythia bushes
until an unsuspecting pedestrian walked by--
Lucy had no interest in Anna's antics. 
Her stuffed friend Foxy 
has jumped from two vehicles in the last nine days 
and neither liked the brief separations.
...building a stage out of scrap wood
for performances of "Jesus Loves Me"
and "Let It Go,"
avoiding wind-blown sawdust,
washing Bop's trailer,
and decorating the house
for a belated surprise birthday celebration-- 
Anna planned it by herself.  
She ordered blackberries 
and oranges 
and Grammy's round flower tray 
and crepe paper 
and ribbons.
Surprise!


Lucy has balancing skills
As Calvin
Lucy eating violets
(the tiger boy,
not the Presbyterian)
would say,
"The days are just packed."

  

Anna gives Nicky a bouquet of clippings
Anna and the moving seal trick

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Spring Thoughts of Grandma Maud

Today was a beautiful early spring day,
sunny,
approaching fifty degrees.
I thought of my grandma, Maud Rensel.
She was a superb gardener;
her table was usually topped
with an artistic display of flowers.

During the early spring,
if budding forsythia branches are placed in water
and put in a warm place,
they'll bloom early and put on a lovely yellow display.
As I went to one of our budding forsythia bushes
and clipped a number of wands,
I thought of Maud.
When I took her graceful lead crystal vase
directly from the hot dishwasher,
I thought of Maud
...and as filled the vase with water
and heard a telltale "ping" as it cracked,
a word came to mind,
and, again, I thought of Maud.