As Our Life Goes On

Wolcott Avenue in Kent was a great place to grow up. The dead end street ended at our house. It was a quiet street used mostly by the residents. We had a large yard and big vegetable and flower gardens.  Mom had a perennial flower garden next to the driveway. It had such a nice variety of colorful flowers every year. I could look out of my bedroom window in the mornings and mom would already be down in the garden keeping the weeds at bay.  Each Spring a green circle of spiked leaves started to pop out of the ground. My mom referred to this as the "magic circle". Soon yellow double daffodils filled in the area to make a large circle of the beautiful blooms. I have a number of these bulbs planted behind the house but this year there is just one bloom. It surely is pretty and it reminds me of my mom.  Spring is one of my favorite times of the year.  New life and new beginnings are in the air. 

The mowing of the tall grasses in the meadow took place early this year. Last year the ground was still covered with many inches of snow and it was very cold. Today the temperatures hovered near 70 degrees. After getting stuck in the mud on the first pass the mower was kept to the high ground.  The old Yazoo started right up after being in storage all Winter.  A heavy mower being pushed out the mud.