So off we’d go again to the little glade to pull more mayflowers out of the ground for Mom. How happy we were, finding those cold little flowers hiding under the flat green leaves in the undergrowth. We were, after all, very good children… and we were, after all, doing the best and most important thing we could possibly do for Mom before another whole year rolled around.
Again, we’d come bounding through the kitchen door and try to be the first to have Mom reach for our bouquets for the long, inhaling whiffs we knew were coming.
Again, she would feign complete surprise and exclaim,
“Oh, Mayflowers! Oh
my, oh my, oh my, I can’t believe this! They are so beautiful! How good they
Over and over, she would inhale their fragrance, deeply—and so would we,
hanging around as she poked through the pantry for more containers for
our newest gifts. Hanging around, of course, ensured we’d again hear those
“These are the best gifts—the best, best gifts, you could ever have
brought me for Mother’s Day! I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such
This second round of bouquets would be added to the first lot. As the family
grew, the number of bouquets increased. They’d land wherever they would
fit and look
“pretty…so pretty!” according to Mom.
If Mom was given the opportunity to state her choice of flowers when she
got to heaven, I have no doubt she said
“I’ll have mayflowers, please”.
by Ann Darville
Spring Garden Library Adult Learning Program
My Periwinkle baskets are in demand. I call them Periwinkle because they are tiny. They are for decoration only.
It is tiring work. The strips of wood have to be cut very thin with the scissors. It takes a lot more time to make the tiny baskets, and I have more requests for the Periwinkles than I have time.