Every year I eagerly await the arrival of Spring with it’s warmer temperatures. I bask in the days of sunshine, so welcome after the long grey winter. The budding flowers and the promise of May, my favorite month of the year!
“C” recently wrote about her family’s visit to the Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival, and a little ditty posted on Facebook by our blogging friend, Tess Kincaid, of www.willowmanor.blogspot.com, inspired me to post about my family’s recent visit to Wye Mountain also. You might want to visit Tess’ blog sometime—she is a published poet with a new book coming out! She is also a movie buff and lives in a haunted house, which I find most intriguing!!!
The little nursery rhyme she quoted is one most of us are probably familiar with. I thought it’s origins were English, but Google research indicated that it was written by none other than the renowned American author, Nathaniel Hawthorne, of The Scarlett Letter fame!
Our visit to the daffodil festival was on a particularly windy day—hope the old saying concerning March “In like a lion, out like a lamb” bears out as April nears!
Eldest daughter has two sons with birthdays back to back so she decided that a family visit to nearby Wye Mountain would be a perfect photo opportunity AND we could celebrate both boys birthdays with a little party.
Eldest daughter with her sweet girls in the photo below.
Youngest daughter with her toddler son. He was an infant when they brought him to Wye Mt. last year!
Last, but not least-- my only son with his lovely bride!
I’ll end with a photo of the whole family! Eldest daughter is so right—our family is our greatest earthly treasure! There are many trials to be endured as we walk through life, and lots of families are under immense strain, but some days you just need to walk through fields of daffodils!!!
Little girls playing – reminds me of when “C” and I were young!
I love Wye Mountain and it’s surrounding rural communities and natural beauty. It is only about 40 minutes from our home in central Arkansas and nearby is the community of Little Italy where my grandmother taught the immigrant women how to can and preserve food at the local Catholic Church when she traveled as County Extension Agent during the mid to late 1930’s. Remote Little Italy has a checkered past—perhaps I’ll write about it some day!
So does your family have a tradition where you gather together every year to create memories? We’d love to know!