Monday, May 3, 2021

MOTHER

Quadrille #127.  We're inspired by the words "planting seeds".  I thought immediately of my mother, and her annual excitement when her seed catalogs arrived.  In her garden was a plaque which read "The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer God's heart in the garden than anywhere else on earth".   Submitted to dVerse, May 3, 2021
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MOTHER

Each Spring she anxiously awaited
arrival of the annual seed catalogs.
She spent hours perusing the pages
and plotting her garden.  She used 
the ancient tiller to till the soil, and
     she planted expectantly. Her happiest 
hours were spent  in her garden     
communing with God.

 

26 comments:

  1. What a lovely, vivd portrait of your mother, Beverly. Thank you for sharing it!
    I like the image, too.

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  2. I remember the seed catalogue of my mother too... but I also remember how little harvest we got (except potatoes)

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    1. So sorry your harvest was poor, Bjorn. The rich, black soil of mother's garden produced plentiful vegetables which were canned and sustained us through the long winters.

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  3. So wonderful! My parents anxiously awaited gardening catalogs and gardening season, too. Some wonderful memories you brought me, with your poem. Thank you 💕

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  4. Oh the memory of your mother is so beautifully encapsulated here, Bev!💝

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  5. Your quadrille portrays such a wholesome and comforting way of life, Bev. My grandfather used to get a seed catalogue, which I loved looking at with him. He let me choose seeds to plant in my own little plot.

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    1. No doubt you've your grandfather to thank for your love of growing things today. Your grandfather planted more seeds than those in his garden!

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  6. How Wonderful

    Happy Monday Bev


    much 💗 love

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  7. I'm going to chalk it up to "great minds think alike" as I too was scanning vintage seed advertisements (Burpee) for inspiration. Nice poem.

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  8. I know I would have loved your mother, Beverly. There is something about gardeners that's kinship. I think many gardeners are optimists, which you call "planting expectantly," combined with knowledge and hard work, that is a joy to be around. My dream is to grow enough food to get through the winter.

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  9. Lovely bit of prose-poetry. I too recall a mother at the window, tending to a garden she loved so much. Thank you for the memories!

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  10. what a fantastic image of your mother out working the soil. sounds a lot like my mother.

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  11. Yes the garden is a chapel of a different kind! Full of Life!!
    Well done!

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  12. Thank you for such a beautiful slice of your life, and your mother's. I definitely know the joy of looking through the seed catalogue (although mine is online).
    Her happiest
    hours were spent in her garden
    communing with God
    What a perfect sentiment. Thank you

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  13. That describes my mother-in-law as well...she taught me to garden.

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  14. I spent many an hour tending to gardens over the years. I absolutely love it. Your poem reminded me of how satisfying gardening is for the soul. I loved your quadrille Bev ☺️

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  15. What a beautiful image of your mother, at peace with herself and God. I think everyone has that place, but not everyone knows where to find it.

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  16. There is something prayer-like about gardening. I miss it very much.

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  17. My mother loved to garden but it was my grandmother who devoured the seed catalogs .... her garden proof of her horticulture skill. You composed the sweetest tribute ....

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  18. that last line is the best seed planted

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  19. A lovely picture of your mother.

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  20. How wonderful this is Beverly. I am becoming my mother more each day. She loved her garden as well.

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  21. Seed catalogues and dreaming of magazine style displays. I remember that too.

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  22. I remember my mother spending hours with those catalogs too. A garden cleanses and refreshes. (K)

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  23. I can picture this, Bev. It sounds like pure happiness.

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