As we walked through the yard my Momma touched the branches, kicked around the grass and ran the leaves through her fingers. We were talking about nonsense really and as of this moment I cannot recall a much about our conversation that day. It was about a year ago on a Spring afternoon when my parents were at our house. The seasons were beginning to change, but this one afternoon was picture perfect.
As we walked I do remember talking about all the bushes in my yard. The previous owner was a little bush happy and now we have a mess on our hands. We have made some progress but we still have a very long way to go. As we talked Momma began to tell me things like "Well, if you're gonna cut that bush back you better hurry because the sap is rising." What in the world...I thought to myself. We continued on as she ran leaves through her hands and then she said something along the lines of "I don't know why folks are planting that stuff...it thundered in December so we still have one more frost..." Oooookkkkkaaaayyyy crazy woman!! As we made our way back into the house we were laughing hysterically as I announced that I feel sorry for my grandchildren because the day will come when they will look at me with their cherub faces and say "Nami (that's what Kristina calls me so I go with it), how can you tell if it is time to plant flowers?" and I'm going to reach down, kiss their precious cheeks and say "I don't know...go google it!"
Where did all this knowledge go? I remember my Grannie having this vast amount of knowledge regarding the seasons, the weather, etc. And, my Grandma she knew everything there was to know about flowers, baking, soap operas (hee hee). And here I sit wondering when we made a decision to stop listening to our elders and soaking up their knowledge. Notice I didn't say why did they stop teaching...I said why did we stop listening! So, I'm thinking....if we don't listen to our elders any longer and we aren't learning about "old wives tales" then, are we tuning out God as well?
"The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8 (NLT).
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You're preaching to the choir. I have no idea about flowers other than they're pretty, and that they die, and that I can make them die faster. My grandmother has a green thumb, and I am amazed at her knowledge about flowers. I do really well with plants, but flowers are a whole nother story. I stick with bushes around here, because I can handle plants. I think that's why God made bushes, for those who can't handle anything with petals. Glory to God, He thinks about us all!
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