Wistaria, Daylight Shifting & Parents
“Of Wistaria blooms, I caught sight, today,
And ever since as violet of the deepest hue,
My passion, grows ever more profound!” Ise
This weekend in beautiful Sierra Madre, where the mountains meet the town and the largest wistaria vine in the world resides, is the annual Wistaria Festival. This Sunday tour buses from all over Southern California will arrive, deposit their passsengers on our quiet streets where they can enjoy music, a vintage car show and an art fair while they wait for shuttle buses to take them up Baldwin Avenue to Carter so they can walk beneath the wistaria. This bad boy is 121 years old and covers nearly an acre. It is also amazingly beautiful and the fragrance is delicious. And, yes, we spell it wistaria, not wisteria. Wistaria grows all over town, too, and this year we have more blossoms than I’ve seen in a while. We have two little wistarias which are doing their best to turn into monsters, but it’ll be a while as they’re both about 8” tall.
We don’t know about you, but Daylight Shifting Time (John's term) last Sunday took the starch out of us for a couple of days. This is one of those concepts that has definitely outlived its usefulness. Did you know there are more auto accidents right after Daylight Shifting time than usual. Could it be because drivers are crankier than usual and a little off their game, too. Apparently, it was Benjamin Franklin’s original idea to save on the price of candles. Probably needed something to fill up a blank spot in “Poor Richard’s Almanac.”
Here’s something I found out just today, reading another writer’s (Michelle Griep – Writer Off The Leash) blog. Gerald Dickens, Charles Dickens’ great-great grandson does a one-man play based upon a very little known book written by Charles Dickens: The Life of Our Lord, which was written for the sole purpose of instructing the ten Dickens children in the story of the Gospel. Never intended for publication, it was only to be read aloud every Christmas for his family. Here is an excerpt:
“My dear children, I am very anxious that you should know something about the History of Jesus Christ. For everybody ought to know about Him. No one ever lived, who was so good, so kind, so gentle, and so sorry for all people who did wrong, or were in anyway ill or miserable, as he was. And as he is now in Heaven, where we hope to go, and all to meet each other after we are dead, and there be happy always together, you never can think what a good place Heaven is, without knowing who he was and what he did.”
Our children don’t really know who we are, their parents, unless we tell them about our lives. Unfortunately, we realize how little we knew our own parents until they are gone, leaving behind pieces of their life puzzles, and letting us wonder for years after they have left us, what they were really about. Much of what is in my book, A Tablespoon of Love, A Tablespoon of Laughter, is to let our children know who we were and what we were about.
God has written us a really good book filled with all we need to know about Him. No puzzles, no riddles, just that God is love and loves us completely. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whosover believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” John 3:16
The Dutch Iris are getting ready to burst upon the scene. Flowers! Another gift from God!