Twenty years ago a dear, sweet friend of mine, Mrs. Brumlow, dug a clump of buttercups from her yard and gave them to me. Mrs. Brumlow has been in Heaven for many years now, and I think of her every January when I start eyeing the clump of buttercups in my yard that now bear her name. When the lights of Christmas have been taken down and put away and the long, dark days of winter seem like they're never going to end, I begin watching for Mrs. Brumlow. Mid-January I see tiny stalks of green poking up from the cold ground, growing taller as the days grow longer. Finally, the buttercups form a bud and towards the end of February, when I think I can't stand another day of cold, dreary winter, Mrs. Brumlow blooms and the surety of Spring fills my spirit. I can't wait to tell my family "Mrs. Brumlow is blooming!"
Mrs. Brumlow was my good friend. She loved her flowers. She loved to wear red. She loved her family. She loved going to church. She loved Jesus. She gave me her friendship and a clump of daffodils that reminds me of her kind, loving and generous spirit. Spring has officially arrived when Mrs. Brumlow blooms!
That's my Grandmaw Aldine! You've got her down to a T, Shelia. I'm glad you got to know her and love her. She was and always will be my hero and role model. When she aged and got to where she couldn't get out and go, she became more "blissful", I guess is the way to put it. Her pure heart was like that clump of daffodils, except always in bloom. I miss her so much, but I look forward to the day when I'll be with her in heaven for eternity!
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ReplyDeleteMrs Brumlow was such a sweet, sweet lady. I miss seeing her at church in the front by Mrs Davis!
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