Spring Blossoms and Memories...

This morning,

 the new Spring blossoms that I placed in a glass bowl

somehow reminded me of my Aunt Meg.

I was up for a bit of an adventure and my husband readily agreed!

The only clues we had were...

 some old photographs of my Aunt Meg's newly built 1930 home, 

some Thomson's Drug Store Film and Kodak Finishing envelopes,

 and one Snappy Snapshot Service envelope with the obscure Rural Route address on the front.

As we left our side of the river and crossed over the bridge,

I realized that the last time I had seen Aunt Meg's home would have been when I was three years old...

the same age of my own granddaughter today.

My chances were slim that the farm house would still even be standing.

We had narrowed down the main road that might be adjacent to the road we might be looking for...

I prayed that our journey would not be one of disappointment.

Then, something extraordinary happened!

I simply turned my head slightly to the right and heard my own intake of breath...

I began an excited repetition of my husband's name,

wanting him so desperately to quickly turn off the main road.

I just knew that I had seen Aunt Meg's farm house!

I jumped out of the car and already had eyes that were brimming.

I could hear my husband's voice behind me...

something about 

'how early it was' and 'not to disturb',

but my feet were already making their way up the front steps and there was no turning back!

I rang the door bell,

the door opened a crack,

and there stood a man, 

in a cream coloured house robe, 

looking at me through a sparse 4 inches of space.

I mumbled some kind of an apology,

all the while shoving the black and white picture through the opening,

and giving him the condensed version of why I was disturbing him.

Soon, his cream coloured house robed wife appeared alongside him,

and the door opened to a respectable 2 foot gap.

Much to my surprise (and her husband's no doubt!),

she invited me in!

I could hardly believe it!

The original hardwood floors were still intact.

I discreetly took a few pictures,

and breathlessly whispered, while in the kitchen,

"Aunt Meg, I'm back in your beautiful home."

I joyously thanked the couple, while they assured me that it was fine for me to take a walk around the outside as well.  

It wasn't until we were driving away that I realized the pictures I had taken were all at the eye level of a three year old!

This morning,

 the new Spring blossoms that I placed in a glass bowl

somehow reminded me of my Aunt Meg.

And I was led back,

to enjoy a happy memory,

in such a beautiful way.