Spring Ramblings

Today at the little grocery I stopped at to pick something up for dinner, I was enchanted by the small bunches of bright yellow daffodil buds for sale. I had to have some. I brought them home and put them in a vase of warm water and they are already opening their canary petals. They are a beautiful reminder that spring is coming, and a painful reminder of my mom. Every spring she used to buy me at least one bunch of daffodils early in the season. Her own bulbs are shaded and are always the last to bloom, so until those came up she usually bought me some to enjoy.

I miss her. The bright yellow flowers are just one of the many reminders of the pieces of my mom that I no longer have. It makes me sad that she's missing spring, missing the time of year when her garden, lying dormant through our cold winters starts to bud and grow again.

And spring isn't the only this she's missing this year. My son is four months old today, a beautiful, happy, laughing, engaging and content baby who smiles at anyone and everyone he meets. She never met him, never saw him, never held his chubby little hand or felt his silky baby soft skin. He'll grow up knowing about Nana, but never really knowing Nana.

Spring is coming. Doesn't that mean that noses are supposed to stop running and we get a little respite from all the winter-time ailments? Then why is it that both my girls have had colds and my mom has been battling pneumonia...at the same time!!!? It's enough to make any sane person crazy, and that's without Spring fever!!!