This post is about Mother's Day. Tom and I went home to my mother's farm. Memories of growing up in the fifties and sixties and how everything has changed in the interim years come together in one big tidal wave of relatives. Bittersweet, for sure. The older ones (that includes me) remember how we used to be just like the younger ones. In other words, we were young back then. Nowadays, holidays bring my siblings, cousins, nieces, great-nieces, nephews and great-nephews, plus respective spouses, all to the gathering nest of my mother, once home to me, my brothers and sister.
As you can see, the food spread out on the counter is a feast. Everyone dives into the buffet, takes their place at the table or outside patio table and digs in. Conversations overlap each other, memories float in the air, younger kids dart around the tables, for sure making their own memories of my mother's farmhouse and grounds.
The "kids" or "the cousins" are mostly in their thirties now, with children of their own. I caught this photograph of them walking in the yard toward my brother's house next door. I love this shot, because in my mind's eye, I remember them as small children, riding bikes or playing outside at my mother's house. When did they grow up? Jeez, I feel really old, seeing them as young, beautiful adults, raising families of their own.
In the afternoon, mom had bought flats of flowers for everyone to pot a plant, the little ones especially getting a kick out of putting their hands into the dirt and planting their own special arrangement.
Sherry Hartzler is the author of Three Moons Over Sedona, Island Passage, and Chasing Joe, available on Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Three-Moons-Sedona-Sherry-Hartzler-ebook/dp/B005KWQ1U6/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1400087344&sr=8-1&keywords=sherry+hartzler