Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Ms. Grace



I experienced an exceedingly beautiful moment this week. The kind of moment when you go away smiling from the inside out. The kind that I can't help but be grateful to have shared. The kind that causes me to remember that it is the simple things which make life worth living.

Had Mr. Bill not died in May, he and Ms. Grace would have celebrated 63 years as man and wife. Try as I may to imagine not laying beside the other part of my whole after 63 years, it is something I cannot begin to know. And while at the vines on this day, I realized that Ms. Grace had something that I will never, ever experience unless I start now and live to be 110. Again...I shall never grow a love story to the proportions of Mr. Bill and Ms. Grace.

I will revel in the wisdom that emanates from Ms. Grace, as I did when given the chance to visit Mr. Bill's muscadine vines. Ms. Grace has the home everyone wants to come and visit; Fresh foods, sweetly made comfy beds, miles of woods and country. I was tickled pink when she asked if I'd like to go and see about the vines which were ripe, ready, and loaded.







I immediately said a prayer of gratitude for having my camera with me and gave a huge smile to the heavens for synchronicity. This was a beautiful moment meant just for me and I knew it. Two things occurred, I was instantly taken back to a time of my own. A time when my dad taught me to love muscadines. I felt near him being there. Those vines were a place I could almost envision my daddy...I could sense him riding in his pickup with muscadines at his side sucking the sweetness from each one , much like myself on my ride home.


And Ms. Grace, I know, was having thoughts of her own as we shared special stories of two wonderful fathers. Properly I should call these scuppernongs, which is a mixed variety of muscadines. Ms. Grace said if Mr. Bill was there he could tell me the names of each variety. She wished she had labeled them. But she hadn't, for 63 years Mr. Bill had known these things for her. I know, without her saying so, visiting the vines this day made Mr. Bill feel near.




Make your life a house your heart can live in, with a door that is open to receive friends and a garden full of memories of many good things



10 comments:

Marian said...

Lovely blog, Paige!

peacegirl said...

Thank you, Marian, for coming over :) You're so kind that way and I love you for it ♥

barbkaus said...

Awesome! I love this. Barb K

Misha said...

Just last year, a friend of mine was telling me about scuppernongs. I had never heard of them, and until now, I hadn't ever seen one.

Your day sounds heart-magical. Thank you for sharing it. This was a lovely way to start my day.

peacegirl said...

Well, hello Ms. B., fancy meeting you here :) How nice for you to come. I wanted you to see the scuppernongs.


Good Morning, Mish :) It was, indeed, heart-magical. A simple day , really, but one that made me smile happily and realize that life is still blessed. Scuppernongs are sweet and tasty, like plums somewhat. The kind of thing I can eat til I have a belly ache ;)

Kev said...

What a wonderful, wonderful blog! :)

peacegirl said...

Good Morning, Kev. Can you imagine 63 years with someone?

Kev said...

Nope, I can't even imagine what that would be like. They must become a part of you, and you a part of them.

James said...

very cool

peacegirl said...

Thank you for peeping in.

Oh, Kev, I almost cry when I go there and think how she must miss him. She is a strong, intelligent woman. I would say she is what every woman wishes to be. But even I, can feel something missing when I am at her house.