The Last Spring

The Friday before last I was down in St. Louis picking up some of my mom’s furniture to take back to Chicago with me. When I rose in the morning I sat in the room where she’d had her morning coffee every morning for half a century and it occurred to me that it was pretty likely that this would be the last spring that I would see from the home she’d lived in for all of that time and which I’d left behind many, many years ago.

I tried to see it with her eyes, seeing what she’d seen, thinking of it the way she did.

My timing was perfect. The magnolia was blooming as were the jonquils. The trees were just beginning to bud. Her cardinals could be seen flitting about.

These pictures are so much clearer and brighter in my memory!

3 comments… add one
  • Jan (Surkamp) Johnson Link

    I remember that window! And there is the bridge over the brook! I can still hear the sound a car made going over your bridge… and ours… and O’Meara’s….. thank you for the memories.

  • Daniel G Link

    And thanks for the pics David.

  • Bethie Link

    Those cardinals have tons of personality. When the yard crew came to clear the debris around the creek and out back the cardinals flapped around anxiously. Annie said Colleen would never have allowed it. Now I have a resident groundhog under my deck which makes me too squeemish to have the deck cleaned – I finally understand her way of thinking!

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