Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Delphinium. Larkspur. My father was flabbergasted that I wanted to plant such a noxious weed in my front yard.

"They kill cows, you know."

"I know Dad, but I live in the city."

"It's a weed."

"It is, but it's a pretty weed."

"I thought I taught you better than to plan noxious weeds."

"You did, but these. . . they remind me of home."

That's all it took for my father to consent to my planting larkspur in my front yard. I'm so glad I did. I can look at my small patch of dirt and every time be reminded of home. Be reminded of going to the mountain and of the smells of rich, black mountain dirt, smoke from the wood stove, and wet grass. I'm reminded of endless summers spent with my family working and exploring. Eating and laughing. Building cabins and playing rummy cube. And family. Cousins, siblings, Aunts and Uncles. One little flower in my small front yard conjures up so many familiar memories. One little flower, in the middle of the city, instantly transports me to my beloved mountain. I think that in itself is well worth the planting of a few noxious weeds.


Spacey Stacy said...

I love your sentimental side, it makes me miss you so much. You should fly home for BJ’s wedding, Jer has some time off!

Jenette said...

Hey Jessie! I found you from Stacy's site. You know my dad would say the same thing! I think it runs in our family! I have planted Sunflowers because it reminds me of home and the mountain. When you grow up as we did, your heart always stays where it belongs, home.

Here is my blog if you want to check me out!

Miss Ya!

Levi and Cassie Mallory Family said...

Love the weeds!! I couldn't agree more about the sentiment and I'm glad I am lucky enough to still call this beautiful place home. MIss you tons.