Sunday afternoon was wonderful! My mother’s two sisters and their daughters and I were together visiting. Recalling shared memories and retelling family lore. Lots of laughing and talking! Connecting with the past and making new memories.
I spoke with my daughter this afternoon and heard from my niece the other day. Holiday plans are taking shape! We will be connecting over the long holiday weekend.
Since there will only be 4 of us for our official family dinner, it will be a challenge for me to cook the meal. I am accustomed to cooking enough for 6 or more with enough leftovers to divide into three parts for another 6 or 8 servings. I have some ideas forming about how to create traditional dishes in reasonable quantities. We’ll see how it turns out!
Of course, I will have some company over the long weekend as well. So some things will work to prepare new dishes from leftover dishes. Maybe I could do a whole turkey after all? I have a wonderful recipe for turkey salad I got from my mother-in-law’s step mother. Even recipes connect the generations and memories of the past.
Great food and wonderful company! Two perfect things for which to be very thankful! Now to just figure out how to connect the Skype to get through to Maui……………..
Fall in Southeast Texas has it’s share of beautiful color……….connecting the long hot summer to the cold wet winter.
For my entire memory, I have loved tropical things. Seas, jungles, birds, fish, flowers, foods. My Granny Sally made me a “ta-ta” out of a jungle print of leaves and animals backed with brown corduroy. I still have it. It is one of my treasures.
My mother used a queen sheet to cover the opening to the living room to allow the window unit to cool that room while we watched television in the evenings. It was also an African animal jungle print. It hangs in our house a few feet from where she used it.
Banana trees and elephant ears have always been among my very favorite plants. The exotic mimosas that populate my part of Texas and bloomed at my Granny Arie’s house are dear to my heart. Rich man’s grass aka pampas grass is another favorite of mine. I am accumulating some things.
I have been working again toward a tropical garden. I am making great progress. I did not expect my dear husband to assist the way he has. He has given me generous gifts toward it. He has encouraged me and offered real labor assistance often. I am very grateful!
The palm tree he bought me years ago seems to have finally decided to put on some height. Its growth spurt has symbolic meaning for me. I am finally creeping out of my dormant state and into a new period of growth as well, it seems.
Before next week’s post, I will turn 49. Nearly half a century. I intend to live the next half a century being kinder to myself, truer to myself. Growing myself into the fullness of my being and growing my garden into the fullness of a jungle garden that lingers from the daydreams of my childhood. It is my intention.