Wednesday, March 2, 2011

of matisse fish and carpet fringe...







































the azaleas are blooming.

every spring, they bloom, and every spring, i think of my grandmother. of the year we took a cruise together, grandma, cousin ann, and me. i, freshly married and dreading a week of separation from my love; my cousin a seasoned wife, mother and traveler; and grandma a veteran of life in general. we sailed out of the gulf and into the turquoise wonder of the carribbean, wearing our tropical colors and orange life vests for the safety drills and big dark sunglasses. we climbed jamaican waterfalls and sat in sunny squares watching mexican school children skip rope and floated in warm, translucent waters while matisse fish swam beneath us.

and then we came home, and grandma sat looking out the window at the azaleas blooming fuschia, and watched me cleaning my little house and combing the fringe on the rugs so it would be perfect. and she laughed and told me, "you won't do that once you have children,"
and she was right.


linking to imperfect prose



31 comments:

Rachel said...

It would be my grandma's 94th birthday today. Enjoyed your post and memories of loved ones.

deb colarossi said...

oh, how wonderful.
and oh my , I combed the fringe on our area rugs.
trying to be the good girl.

Kay L. Davies said...

Isn't it amazing how new wives do what old wives won't?
The cruise sounds wonderful. Neither of my grandmothers ever got to go on a cruise, although one crossed the Atlantic from Scotland to Canada when she was in her teens.
I still miss my grandmothers.
That Jamaican waterfall - I think I know the one you mean. I watched people climb it, while I sat on the beach, enjoying one of my favorite sports, people-watching!
Beautiful azalea photo, Leslie.
-- K

Milton Berle,

Elaine said...

But you will again, when the children have left the nest. A bright and beautiful tale, like the memory!

Leslie said...

Elaine, now I have fringe-less carpets! : )

Ostriches Look Funny said...

this is a poem. beautiful.

Julie said...

ha! yes, perfectionist housekeeping tendencies fly out the window, don't they. beautiful memories.

ELK said...

beautiful bloom and such wisdom in your memories

B. Meandering said...

Oh wow! I combed the fringe too! Not now---like you I stay away from it!
Great memoir. Lucky you---it will be awhile before azaleas bloom here.

Elizabeth said...

What a perfect memory.

COMBING THE FRINGE ON THE RUGS???!!!!

Brian Miller said...

smiles. there is a lot that cant be done once you have children...it does make life richer though...big smiles.

nope i never combed fringe lol

Rambling Heather said...

Beautiful prose! Embrace these moments, the fringe can wait :)

Old Ollie said...

Early spring - what a blessing.

Joybird said...

I love your descriptions of the travelers. Each of you beautiful and blooming your own season.

Rick said...

A great post and great memories - isn't it wonderful how some things can evoke such great memories.

Beautiful photo - love the dof and background.

becky said...

a WONDERFUL impressionistic painting and story!!!

rebecca said...

lovely..
you have dressed me in smiles.

Claudia said...

oh what lovely memories...and what a beautiful photo..

nic said...

what a beautiful snatch of memory, perfectly warming on this early march day.

i'm so glad i stopped by.

Bev said...

beautiful story....
and how true what your grandma said about the fringe! funny thing, now that my boys are grown and out of the house, i don't care about "the fringe" anymore...it's not important.

Jodi said...

Wow, sweet. I could picture the young bride. You're gorgeous.

emily wierenga said...

oh leslie, i think this is one of my favorites of yours so far... i tend to say that a lot, but i really like this. it reminds me of my mother, and her flowers. and i agree wtih jodi. you're gorgeous. this writing is so lyrical... thank you for linking, friend.

S. Etole said...

the tenderness of heart in your memories reach deep ...

Jen said...

girl, I just had to follow you because my grandmother lived in Florida and she loved, LOVED her azalea bushes. She died last April and I mourn my loss deeply. And of course, I love your writing, too.

Deidra said...

Sweet memories. And I remember - when we had shag carpet in my childhood home - seeing my mom "rake" the rug. Reading your account of straightening the fringe took me right back to our 80s living room.

LauraX said...

Oh Les, I love the way your grandmother was able in so few words to teach you about the perfection of imperfection. Life is so full with our loved ones around us...in the guise of a single blossom or many voices and laundry left on the floor.

Thank you for your kind words when you dropped by to visit.
xo
L

Misty said...

leslie, i.love.this. the matisse fish captured my heart like azaleas do in the spring (well, them and dogwoods and japanese magnolias, and i have all of them right now!), and of course the combing of fringes. i can't say i actually combed any fringe, but i would have wanted to. still do in so many ways.
you are a gift. so was your grandma

imoomie said...

Haha...this makes me laugh with joy.

A Simple Country Girl said...

Oh, it's beautiful here...

Your words and images are wondrous.

Blessings.

Francesca said...

Youth and the wisdom of old age. Lovely.

Southern Gal said...

Ah, the memories. And our azaleas are on the verge of bursting forth in all their pink and fuschia glory!