Jack-in-the-Pulpit: June 1, 2021
Yesterday was quite a normal day around here until Nancy discovered the Jack-in-the-Pulpit that she thought had vanished forever. You see, last year she found several while she was mowing. But, this year it seemed as though they had disappeared? But, on Memorial Day morning it all changed when she discovered a Jack-in-the-Pulpit among some long weeds, in the exact spot as last year. Oh, of course she walked me over to see it and then, we walked around the woods to look for more.
I did not quite understand her obsession with these Jack-in-the-Pulpits until she shared some of her early childhood stories on the farm. Apparently, there were cow paths in the farm woods and it was quite rare to see a Jack-in-the-Pulpit. I learned about the bike rides through the woods and even the small forts and tree houses built for whatever. Certainly, I would have loved those walks through the woods as when Nancy described them, they were like walking and biking through her version of a story like Alice in Wonderland. No, I had not heard of Alice in Wonderland in the past either! The things I don’t know about this family yet?
Who knew a beautiful wild plant could conjure up such beautiful farm story memories? Nancy says memories are such a treasure and her childhood memories on the farm are so vast. I am so glad I get to visit her childhood farm often now. No wonder I feel such a warmth when I visit there – there are so many peaceful memories that she still holds dear to her heart. Who thought a beautiful Jack-in-the-Pulpit could bring such joy and peace.
Next time we visit her childhood farm, I will nudge her to take me on a walk through that woods. Stay tuned!
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I had to chuckle about the Jack-in-the-pulpit because I’ve heard they are rare, especially in non-woodsy areas, and I have several growing in my garden! I do hope you get a chance to walk through the woods on Nancy’s childhood farm – I wish I could go back to the original farm that I grew up on, but that property was sold, developed, and obviously is not at all how I remember it. I still have the memories though! My grandmother and I would regularly go berry picking in the woods and spent entire afternoons in my parents’ huge garden about half a mile from the farmstead. It was so peaceful, and when I visualize relaxing pictures, I often picture that area with the rolling hills, woods, and hayfields. Hoping you stay cool this weekend and have more fun adventures to share with us!
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