Fragile floral lace
Blushing with the hues of dawn
Delicate romance
Memories of yesteryear
Scatter faded confetti
There is something about hydrangeas that always trigger memories of childhood. Each cluster of flowers is a fairy bouquet that carries the past in its petals. The muted tones remind me of my great grandmother and her garden. She smelled of lavender and camphor and fed the hydrangeas outside the front door on tea-leaves.
As I touch the pale petals, I remember there were ferns beneath the hydrangeas. I am a child once more, wanting to collect their seeds at midsummer moonrise and make a wish. Fairy magic, said great grandma… but I was always asleep in the big mahogany bed when the moon rose.
The fragrance of heaven filled that garden. New mown grass and lilac, lily of the valley and deep, velvety roses, all overlaid with the warmth of fresh-baked bread and the tang of the coal fire in the range. If I could make a wish now, it would look like a garden.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Beautiful post, Sue… Where would we be without memories like these?
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Thanks, Jaye. I am always amazed at how small a trigger it needs to bring back so many memories 🙂
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Good job too, at my age!
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🙂
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Sweet, lovely memories! I remember peonies and a big vegetable garden in my grandparents’ back yard in Minnesota. I loved visiting them in the small town where they lived. It was so quiet and slow-paced compared to city life in Minneapolis where we lived.
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Gooseberries in the back garden…the bushes covered in caterpllars that had to be removed by hand before granny could bake Crumble 🙂
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Such a beautiful garden and memories! Was thrilled to smell the fragrance of jasmine in the air on my evening walk earlier and then to see it blossoming!
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Sadly, my evening fragrance here is more likely to be cows 🙂
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Lovely, Sue. Fuschias do it for me – we had a huge fuschia hedge in our garden in Islay. They were beautiful ballerinas!
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I love fuschias. They always look like fairies or dancers to me too 🙂
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I love what you are doing here. Hope I may be able to join in now and again.
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Thank you, Victoria. You would be most welcome!
There is a weekly writing prompt that appears every Thursday… it would be lovely if you joined us 🙂 https://scvincent.com/2017/07/27/thursday-photo-prompt-sails-writephoto/
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They’re in full bloom right now here in San Francisco. Beautiful photo, Sue.
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Here too, Robert 🙂
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Oh my goodness, this is delightful. If adults could only recall their wonderful childhood memories, whether by a smell or a sound or looking at something like a flower, that would make a difference.
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I think we do…but whether we have the time or inclination to dadream for a while is another matter.
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Simply lovely flowers; simply lovely words.
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Thanks, Rae.
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