18 August 2010

Season of Bloom

Before my grandmother's illness really took over, one day we spent some time in her backyard. She had a bank full of these crocosmia, or as she liked to call them "Fourth of July!" She thought they looked just like a floral firework and hers often bloomed in that mid-summer month.

We determined that I should have a punch of fire for my yard, as well. We set to digging some up and, with her convincing gestures, Grandma began commanding Grandad to assist. Her voice was in the full stages of failure, but Italians don't need words if they have arms to flail and eyebrows to raise.

When Grandad backed too far down the embankment, toppled backwards, and skidded towards the fence, we both grabbed at our hearts and waived our spade-fisted hands in alarm. Fortunately, Grandad was fine. Once that fact was established, Grandma looked at me knowing eyes and a slight sigh. As if to say, "Oh, those dear, dear men. So complicated they make things, but we love them so."

She had a way of being so unintentionally funny. The best kind, if you ask me.

My firework flowers haven't bloomed since I re-planted them those couple summers ago. I thought maybe they weren't getting enough sun. But then, Jane brought me this sprig the other day, with pride all over her face. "Look what I found!" she declared.

Turns out, they just weren't ready to bloom until now. Perhaps they were getting rooted. Perhaps they needed a few seasons of establishment until they were secure enough to bloom freely. I find this realization extremely relatable.

Blooms come and blooms go. We enjoy them when they are here and await their return when they fade. Much like life. Much like joys. Much like memories. And somehow, it is all good.

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven ..."
Ephesians 3:1


  1. I'm so blessed by this, Anna. And isn't it remarkable how the Lord sees fit to teach us the sweetest lessons in the simplest forms? Beautifully written!

  2. You put that so well. And how wonderful that they've bloomed!

  3. Beautifully written, beautifully photographed! And, now won't your heart swell with warm, happy memories every time you see your 'Fourth of July' in bloom?!

    Praise God for the hope we have in Him that gives us the delightful anticipation of a new heaven and a new earth where blooms will never fade!

  4. Lovely....both the photo and the sentiment. Isn't it wonderful how God provides such wonderful memories for us? I love how the simplest thing can bind generations together.