PLANT LOTS OF FLOWERS,
SO THAT WHEN YOU TAKE THE TIME
TO SMELL THEM,
THEY’LL BE THERE.
I read this quote the first morning I was in Pullman.
It made me smile.
Stop and smell the roses is a such an old and used saying,
but I liked this take on those words.
I had no idea that flowers would become quite key to
my time away.
On our last full day in Pullman, after we had spent
the day in Spokane, a very hot day away. My mom
had expressed that we should take it easy on Friday.
My dad had to work and we could just putter around the
house and do something in the afternoon.
I got up when I woke up and not a moment before.
I had some breakfast and coffee.
I watched part of a movie that I had seen before and
didn’t take a shower before noon.
I read, wrote and I puttered.
Mom baked a turkey roast using a Barefoot
Contessa recipe so it felt like I could take a bite from mid-air.
Late in the afternoon, we abandoned part of our
plans and went to visit my dad at work at the hospital.
A trip to the hospital means meeting EVERYONE and I mean
EVERYONE but that’s my dad and I love him for that.
As we drove down the hill to leave and rounded another corner,
my mom and the rest of us caught a sign for U-Pick
My mom said she always wondered where the sign leads and that
she had been passing it for years.
Courtney and I said,
“Let’s follow it.”
We did until we reached this sign:
We followed the dirt road and we entered a sanctuary
of rest that we all needed.
Now if you asked Caleb what his favorite part of his
trip was you would have thought that it was getting
TWO Hawaiian Shaved Ices in Spokane or riding the
the merry-go-round with Court.
Or even getting to be the sole user of one of granddad’s
laptops to play games.
It might have been playing in a new park and riding his
scooter or even getting to stay up until 11pm.
Or visiting the bears twice.
Who knew bear cubs could make so much noise
and be so cranky?
Would you be surprised that it was going to the flower
In his words, he got to meet a dog named Hank and
I got to take pictures with Courtney.
There are a lot of words that I could express about ending our
week picking flowers but I am going to let the pictures do the
It is not that I have never picked flowers before.
It was more about realizing that it is time to enjoy simple
pleasures with ease and without time constraints.
We didn’t rush.
Sometimes the four of us were in different places, just
doing our thing.
Jane Stratton, the owner, is such a delight.
I dub her as having one of the happiest and blessed jobs
in the world. She is the tender of God’s beautiful creativity.
She agreed although she said it still is a lot of work.
She shared with my mom that young moms just started coming
and sitting in the gazebo, chatting, while their little ones play and
then taking home a bouquet or two.
Sacred rest and beauty.
The pictures that follow are only a small portion of the ones that were
taken by Courtney, Caleb and me.
Yesterday, I went and bought a few more perennials because I want to make
sure that I have plenty of flowers to cut and enjoy.
Here’s a great article on Jane. Read it and you will find out the preciousness
Thank you Jane for providing us with such a wonderful afternoon and memory.
You know I had a great time as I rarely post pictures of myself but couldn’t help myself.
Oh, giggle…this first picture is not a me.
Thank you Mrs. Stratton for the wonderful afternoon.
I am enjoying my blooms here in Portland and I know
my mom is basking in her bouquet as well.
Thanks for planting plenty of flowers.
So glad that we took the time to pick them.