Yesterday, I went for a ride, nowhere in particular. It reminded me of being a kid, we used to go for a ride on the weekends frequently, because it was a free form of entertainment. I absolutely loved it. I miss those days, they were some of the best in my life.
I stopped several times during my ride around yesterday, because I saw wildflowers by the side of the road. I love wildflowers. When I was a kid, I used to go visit my cousins in Hardwick with my Memere and Pepere. Pep would pull over and Mem and I would go pick wildflowers in various spots on the way home. It was so much fun because she knew the names of all the flowers! I always brought my mom a bouquet.
I loved being with Mem and Pep. It seems I got the very best version of them, something I've come to understand didn't always happen for others. But for me, they were the very best grandparents anyone could ask for, and I adored them. I still miss them.
These days, I don't pick the wildflowers, but I do take pictures of them, something I love doing. Wildflowers are exquisite. They rarely have ideal circumstances, no one spends endless hours and money making everything "just so" for them. Yet, they grow and bloom. They are resilient and miraculous.
As I drove around, I kept cringing. Lot after lot being chopped down and cleared so someone can turn a quick profit and build another ugly box house. Yipee. Just what we need. Can't we ever fix or repair anything, instead of just discarding and demanding new? One of the most horrid things I can imagine is all of these amazing tree lined roads being all built up with housing. Ugh. Stop. We ruin everything, don't we?
We need trees. We need wildflowers. And we need to do what Mem and I did...stop and enjoy them together. It has stayed with me for a lifetime.
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