I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Summer Hearts

Summer mornings...lavender fields...the lighthouse...Cape Cod---memories of fun times long ago.

In summers past, for many years, I packed up the kids and we'd head up to Cape Cod for a week or two. Those times are gone, the house my dad built in the pine woods on the old Dillingham farmlands belongs to another family now.

My mother grew lavender in the dry sunny herb bed by the road, in a plot edged with a weathered grey fence covered with pink Cape Cod roses. A wren always nested on the fence hole and would chitter angrily at us as we cut the fragrant armloads of lavender each June.

 My dad grew potatoes there, along with my mom's herbs...and once he found an ancient flint arrowhead in the potato plot! The last remnants of summer visitors eons ago.

My mother didn't sew but she always had Ideas.

She was the originator of my lavender hearts that I sell on eBay and etsy....



I made a new batch of hearts this week...and remembered the special summers with my family.

Good times, good memories...



gone to the beach...