I Sure Do Miss Mrs. C.

Time is just flying right on by. Here we are almost at the end of August and here on Sand Mountain we are just about to get a HEAT WAVE like we have not seen this summer. Day time highs are going to be in the 90’s and heat index will be well over 100. Now I know that we are very very blessed to be here on Sand Mountain and better yet to be in Geraldine, Alabama. Nice small town of around 700 people, give or take.  Anything above 90 around here is a hot day for sure. But wow, God Bless all those other places with wildfires and floods and just tuff human emotions all around.

Some days I look at the clock and think, “ok it is almost 9:30pm, time to talk to Mrs Crumly. And it seems that the last couple weeks I have seen something or thought about something and think, “got to call Mrs. Crumly.” 

Mrs. Crumly and Mr. John gave me a small plant that the only thing I can remember to call it is “elephant ears” knowing full well that is not what it is. I do remember the name starts with a “C”.  I am sure there will be a few people that can tell me the name after you read this. Lets hope I can remember it next time I want to talk about them. She was also so nice to just smile and tell me the name when I would start talking about my “elephant ears” and correct me with the correct name. As you can see I have them in a really large bucket and last summer they grew to be HUGE ears. But over the really hard cold winter we had I thought I had lost the whole bucket. I had them inside under grow lights and the next thing I knew when I went out to the building I had them in, they were wilted down. I hated to say anything about it to Mrs. Crumly but when I finally got up enough nerve to tell her, she was so sweet about it and also thought I may have watered them more than needed.  But in our many conversations after she went into the hospital, I did not remember to tell her they were growing back. Then I felt better when she called one day, early in the day, to ask for a part of a plant she had given me because her plant had died over the winter. Whew! Even though I felt bad that her plant didn’t make it through the winter I sure was glad mine did and even Mrs. C. had a plant (or two) to die.

The last time we talked about the plants were while she was still in the nursing home. Well to my great surprise I just pulled the big ole blue bucket out with my “elephant ears, NOT elephant ears” out this spring and just look how those things have come back and are just as big or bigger than last year. THANK YOU MRS. CRUMLY.

Another thing we talked a lot about was butterflies. I had mentioned to her that I just did not have any butterflies around me or my home. And had not for years. I go to her house and she had dozens. Now I realize some of these are moths, or something else.

Now I will let you believe like you wish if you let me tell you how I believe. I am a true believer in God and all that goes with Him. And yes I do believe that when people take the next season of their life then they can and do send little messages back to loved ones.

Now saying that, I will tell you that I have never had so many butterflies around me as I have had in the last few weeks. THANK YOU MRS. CRUMLY again!

I have enjoyed all my trips back to The Windy Knoll to visit Mr. John but it sure hard to see that empty chair Mrs. Crumly was always in. But you can see that the chair has someone or should I say “something” to keep it warm.

 

 

 

 

I think I would have to say that the best part of country living at The Windy Knoll, not counting the King and Queen of the place, was all the great wild life and tame life around the farm. So thank you Mrs. Crumly for smiling down on me with the butterflies and making my little part of country living so much better.