Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Miss Birdie and the Virus

Why, look who's here! Come on up on the porch and git you a chair--that one at yon end. I'll set here on this end and we'll holler at one another. I was just settin here admiring that redbud--it busted into bloom full on yesterday.

You uns doin all right? If you're in need of aught, you know my canning house and freezers is full of food. I always put by more than I need and I always keep a little ahead on other things -- like that commode paper folks has gone so crazy over. And my chickens is laying good.

Oh, this virus thing is worrisome, I'll not deny it. Dor'thy pitched a fit when I told her I was staying right here and I didn't need her comng over-- you know she drops by right often but I told her to stay where she is-- she don't have no business getting out neither. 

I thank you for the offer but Bernice's boy has said he would bring me groceries or everwhat I needed. Aside from a gallon of milk and some chicken feed he brung me the other day, I ain't needed nothing.  

I feel awful bad for those who are out of work and for those poor somebodies without homes--I seen them in Asheville one time when me and Dor'thy was ridin around. And then I feel a little shame-faced at how ordinary-like things is going along for me.

It's something like the Great Depression. Here in our county, folks was already poor and used to making it on what they could raise--there  was plenty what said later times didn't change none for them.

Yes, I know this virus is hitting the old folks the hardest. Reckon at my age I ought to be a-feared. But, honey, I tell you what it is--at my age, I ain't afraid to go. Still, I ain't in no hurry. And I reckon every Spring that I see as a joyful blessing and that makes each flower and blooming tree a special gift.

And every time I see the Spring, it's like in that old song--Lord, spare me over for another year -- to see the redbud bloom again.


Miss_Yves said...

Thanks, dear Vicky , for your kind message on my blog.

Everything is OK for me and my family.
We are lucky to live in Normandy( the country is rather saved ) in a confortable house with a garden and, like you write:" I feel awful bad for those who are out of work and for those poor somebodies without homes".
Our daughter and her family lives near Paris, it's less confortable in a flat, but they are healthy.
And our son works and lives at Montreal with his life partner , their two cats and their corgi. No problem currently.

Beautiful pictures and colors .

Take care of yourself and your family .

Vicki Lane said...

So glad to hear from you, Miss Yves! Stay safe!

KarenB said...

That is a lovely redbud and such a treat to hear from Miss Birdy! You've brightened up my morning considerably.

We planted 2 redbuds a couple of years ago and I'm hoping that they will be big enough to blossom this year.

Friko said...

Dear old Miss Birdie, as chirpy as ever and concerned for others more than herself. I love her and would love to have a whole book of her.

Barbara Rogers said...

Thanks for checking in Miss Birdie. Your voice is definitely one to put this whole pandemic into perspective. Yes, redbuds are popping out in places I've completely forgotten from last spring. May we all see them again next spring as well.

NCmountainwoman said...

What a treat. Thank you for a Miss. Birdi. I'm like her---I ain't afraid to go. Still I ain't in no hurry. Don't forget about writing the Miss Birdie Chronicles.

Miss_Yves said...

I think that "As you write" is better than "Like you write", isn 'it ?

Vicki Lane said...

'As' is the more correct but 'like' is used informally. If only more of my writing students were as attentive to detail as you are, Miss Yves!

Louisa Abney-Babcock said...

I just love Miss Birdie. I was raised in the South on a farm and her 'farm food' comments are so visceral for me. She is a 'collection of female voices that I remember who provided counsel, kindness and a hand held or a kind pat on the upper arm as I was being assured that all troubles would pass and life would be kindly again. There was a kind closeness from all southern women, black and white that I grew up with. I am in the north - and it is just not the same.

Vicki Lane said...

Louise --Miss Birdie is an amalgam of several of my older neighbors (now gone, alas) here in the mountains with a touch of my grandmothers and some excellent aunts. I'm proud and fortunate to have known them and happy to pass on their essence in Miss Birdie.