Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I love you the purplest
"Mommy, mommy, come and see!!". Yesterday, Mr. D. the four year old came bursting into the kitchen where I was making bread and keeping an eye on Baby. Mr. D ignored how busy I was and climbed right into my face, eyes wide with excitement. "You just hafta see it, mommy - the yard is covered with flowers. There are ten thousand purple flowers in our yard, RIGHT NOW!!" Now 10,000 flowers are not something to be ignored and neither is a little boy, bubbling over with amazement. I dusted off my hands, scooped up Baby and followed Mr. D.
Sure enough. Our (weedy) front yard was awash in purple violets that had sprung up and blossomed overnight. "Let's pick them all, mommy!" We plopped down, in the front yard, among the violets ooohing and ahhing over their delicate faces and sweet fragrance. I love moments like that. When time stops and the to-do list blurs away. All there is to see is little fingers, wide eyes, innocence. I drink it in, write the memory of firmly on the tablet of my heart.
And then, the moment lifts. The clock ticks. A handful of the violets are smooshed into a haphazard bouquet. The rest? In true boy fashion, Mr. D proclaims them to be bombs and uses them to pelt the unsuspecting cat lying lazy in the sun.
Posted by Wren at 10:28 PM