Thursday, February 16, 2012
The lime tree has given us some flowers recently.
When I first met citrus blossom
My Dad got up a 4am every morning. He told me this habit started when as a young lad he had breakfast with Grandad before he headed off with the bullock team.
Each morning summer and winter Dad lit the fire (we had a wood stove) and settled down to his business accounts. At around 6 am he collected the morning paper from the footpath, filled a teapot from the kettle now singing gently on the stove, toasted some bread over the red coals and set a tray with two tea cups. Sometimes that tray also had a flower selected from the garden, fresh with morning dew.
The tray he carried into the bedroom where Mum was waiting for her morning cuppa, once a year had the first orange blossom for the season.
I don't know the significance of that bloom in their 50 year romance but when I see citrus blossom I always think of the love they shared.
[I will add the photo of Mum that Dad carried with him throughout the war when I get a chance to dig it out.]
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 9:54 PM