Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Long Time Gone


"There they are again -- Lolie's daffydills. I never come this way of a Spring but I look to see have they come back. See how they tumble down the bank -- that thick, they'll not bloom much. Come Fall, let's me and you dig some ...

Lolie's house was set back a ways from the road --just beyond that poplar -- that forky one there. Law, wouldn't a young un have fun playing horsey setting up high like that?

No, the fire didn't leave nothing of the cabin but the chimbley... and that's tumbled down long ago. Seemed like Lolie and her man didn't have a the heart to build again

How growed up it all is -- but I remember how pretty their place was, flowers all around . . .  and all them little boxwoods she'd rooted, set out in lines. 

'For the trimmin's man,' she told me. 'I mean to have cash money to buy Christmas pretties for the young uns.'

Sad, it was, what happened.  Lolie and Sim left out of here before the boxwoods made any size.  And the trimmings man ain't been around these many years.
 
(The trimmings man came around in early December and bought quantities of boxwood branches to sell to florists for Christmas wreathes and decorations.)
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10 comments:

Martin said...

You take the reader there, in just a few words, Vicki.

Novice Naturalist said...

What a nice morning read--tender, evocative. I have my first of very few daffodils here. Mixed message--bright yellow spring blooms on a very gray drizzly morning.

Brian Miller said...

interesting bit of history on the flowers and the home....

Harbingerdc said...

Miss Birdie!! How lovely to hear from you!

Vicki Lane said...

Miss Birdie's going to have her say here from time to time...I've missed her.

B. Rogers, Living in Black Mountain said...

So our daffodils are in sync. At least on southern spots. Loved hearing your "voices".

Frances said...

Thank you, Vicki. What a sweet pleasure to read these words and see these pictures this morning.

NCmountainwoman said...

The photographs and the words of Miss Birdie took me right out of my house and out to the daffydils and stones of the fallen chimney. Thanks for this little respite.

Darla said...

Beautiful, Vicki ... you sure do have a way with language; I could hear the speech in my head so clearly! Funny how different parts of the same country can seem like a foreign land.

Anonymous said...

Have missed Miss Birdie, how very good to hear from her again.

Lynne in GA