Snowballs
and I go way back. Not the kind you form from freshly fallen snow, but
the kind that grows on branches.
For
as long as I can remember, my momma had a snowball bush growing just outside
her kitchen window. A bright and sunny window that welcomed the afternoon
sunlight ... a cheerful spot that could turn a most ordinary day into a breath
of fresh air. I loved doing dishes in momma's kitchen, that says a lot
right there. I have so many memories of momma's snowball bush full of
blooms in springtime, and the sun filled window making a rainbow of colors that
danced in the soapy dishwater. Mostly, it was momma making this time
special...and I still enjoy washing dishes in her sink beneath the sunny
kitchen window...even though the snowball bush is long gone.
So,
I made sure to plant two in my garden and the memories flood back every spring
as they bloom in my garden and I bring them indoors to enjoy, like these in the
dining room.
