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!