Today James, Bella and I were driving home from my brother’s 30th Birthday party when I spotted my first batch of wild spring lupins along Cow Bay Road. Lupins are one of a few flowers that are nostalgic for me. When I was young my parents would take my brother and I to visit our Grandparents in Moser River. We would walk to a corner store near by to get gumballs (If you got the black gumball you got a free movie rental—bonus). I would always stop and pick the pink and purple lupines along the way, making the trip three times longer.
My Grandmother was an avid flower lover, I think I may of inherited that from her. Some of my favourite memories of her involve rubber boots, vegetable gardens and sun hats. I can vividly remember the smell of the dirt in nans flowerbeds as my cousins chased me threw it with worms. That’s what you get when you’re the small fry with a group of older male cousins.
My dad has a beautiful piece of property on the river and the landscaping he’s done is a florist’s dream. I love visiting his gardens to see what’s blooming week-to-week and what new beauties he’s planted. Everything is later to bloom this year because of the winter we’ve had. I noticed that the patch of forget-me-nots (which were my Grandmothers favourite’s) and the crab apple tree my parents planted in memory of my grandfather were one of the few plants both blooming perfectly. That’s probably not a coincidence in my opinion. This weekend Bella and I packed her rubber boots and went for visit. As I was walking around the property looking at what’s coming into bud I looked over my shoulder to find my dad pushing a wheel barrow full of dirt with Bella two steps behind him in her shiny red rubber boots, hands filled with weeds she’d pulled.
A few weekends ago Bella & I were strolling through the garden center when she pointed to a purple clematis and said “That one?” Needless to say, I bought two. We packed them in the car along with some pansies and dusty miller I needed for a wedding. When we got home she was all too excited to put on her garden gloves & rubber boots. She gathered her shovel and watering can and we spent the afternoon planting.
Every night when I get home from work Bella and I walk to the mailbox. She’ll stop to pick all the yellow dandelions the same way I did with the lupines when I was a girl. When we get back home she asks if we need more lilacs for the Mason jar we keep on our kitchen windowsill. Even if we don’t, she’ll walk over to the tree smell the blooms and smile regardless. This winter we started growing an indoor herb garden with parsley, cilantro & chives. She tends to them with water and checks them every morning when she wakes up before we eat breakfast.
I love the connection Bella is making with the outdoors, playing in the dirt with her Pa, roaming garden centers with her mom; and I hope she always chooses to take the longer walk and pick the flowers. One day when she’s driving down the road and spots the first batch of spring lupins she’ll have the same happy nostalgic feelings I do about my family.