Forgive me, sweet primrose!

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Forgive me, sweet primrose!

I used to turn my nose up at primroses. I thought they were rather silly little flowers. Frilly, superficial little posies, that's what I called them. I hated their foliage and detested weeding around them. That's what I used to say.

But I've had a change of heart. Sweet, hardy little blossom! You risk coming out to visit with me before the late winter frosts are over. You are stubbornly cheerful and ever-so-optimistic. Please forgive my snobbishness and stay on my porch for a while this spring!

6 comments:

Bookie said...: the flowers are lovely...but you have flowers out now!?!; March 28, 2013 at 8:44 PM
joanne said...: they are happy little guys aren't they! I replant mine and then they bloom all year...a nice surprise.; March 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM
Debora said...: Yes Joanne- they are happy! I'm going to try and keep mine going all summer too!

Bookie-we have daffodils, crocus, grape hyacinth, cherry blossoms, and primrose blooming. And forsythia. And some things I can't name. Spring has sprung here in the Pacific N.W.!; March 28, 2013 at 9:00 PM
Elephant's Child said...: Such cheery faces and sublime colours. Thank you. I will plant some toward the end of winter here, and know that they will make me smile early next spring.; March 29, 2013 at 1:38 AM
ellen b. said...: And they come back the next year! Lovely ode to the Primrose...; March 29, 2013 at 8:02 AM
Debora said...: Elephants Child, From what I've read it sounds as,though you are planting a veritable Garden of Eden!
Ellen, will they survive even in baskets?; March 31, 2013 at 11:02 PM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Forgive me, sweet primrose!

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