Indulgent Daydreams Blog

pull out the blanket -
put your footie jammies on…
teddy bear dream time

time for the cleanup -
put away your childish thoughts…
they have no place here

tiny yawns and sighs,
nursery rhymes and lullabies …
Christopher is here

nine and didn’t know better -
summer trip to the north pole…
no sharks were swimming

Baby Jake Meixner -
this is the day of your birth…
blessings and angels

I have a white rosebush that lives outside my window. It was planted by my grandmother probably 70 years ago at the home where I grew up. When my parents passed away, and the house sold, I dug up the rosebush and moved it to my home in West Texas. Years later, when I moved to Central Texas, I dug it up again and moved it here. It has three times been transplanted, and grows larger and more beautiful each time. The blossoms are miniature roses and grow in clusters.  They are very fragrant, and their scent takes me back to my childhood.  I remember having them in tiny vases, or glasses,  in the kitchen all my growing up years, and even after I was grown and went home to visit. So, I continue the tradition.

One of my favorite places to go as a child for a place of quiet was a flowerbed of violets in our back yard. I loved the tiny purple blossoms. They were intriguing to me. It was a shady, cool, quiet, out-of-the-way place that was perfect for relaxing and reflecting. My grandmother (that planted the rose bush) loved violets and pansies. She is probably the one that started the violets there. Sometimes I think I might be her. She died the year before I was born. My father said I always reminded him of her, even as a tiny child.  Though I never got to meet her, I am sure I know her.

Jake is everything -
the book says Jake means “OK”…
everything is Jake

precious little boy -
such tiny toes and fingers…
prayers for baby Jake

prayers and thoughts go out -
mothers and children alike…
hope is everything

on the train, age five -
boy in the aisle has his frog…
Zephyr to Fort Worth