March Magic!

Morna and I met through Facebook a while ago, and today we actually met up in the person at our local food co-op.

I love the Skagit Valley Food Co-op! I always find the nicest people there – both customers and employees alike. I appreciate the friendly smiles exchanged, the helpfulness, the humor.

As soon as I walked in the door I saw an old neighbor from forty years ago, standing in line to order coffees for friends and herself. I walked up to Anne and, smiling, presented myself. Her face lit up in recognition and we gave each other a hug. How cool is it that I’ve lived long enough in the same county that I can run into old neighbors, and students, and friends I’ve known for forty years?! As Anne put it, we’re not “the cute young things” we were forty years ago – but I think at this point in our lives, that’s not something we spend a lot of time worrying about. 😀

I’d gotten to the co-op before Morna, and went on up to the counter to order my mocha. The cashier asked if there was a good name for my coffee, and I leaned in and half-whispered, “I’m not sure it’s a GOOD name, but my name is Karen.” She grinned at that, passing my Karen test.

While I waited for my coffee, I found a table for two and set my backpack there to save it for Morna and myself. There was a man sitting at the table next to ours, with a Bible in front of him. He had kind eyes. We got to talking about the March weather – the rain and the dark.

Morna soon showed up, and my coffee arrived, too – and we settled in at our table to have our first real chat together. I learned today that Morna is a hoot! We laughed and talked about our hobbies and backgrounds and the world. We found some things we had in common – we both have two brothers and no sisters; our fathers had both been climbers; we shared the same values. Morna asked if it would be okay to make a sign that had TRUTH JUSTICE KINDNESS on it, like mine. I told her that would be great!

The man sitting at the table – the man with the kind eyes and the Bible – called over to us then. “Excuse me,” he said, “I see how you’re supporting each other. Are you Christians?” Morna nodded to me and told him that I was, but she wasn’t.

I said, “I saw that you had a Bible with you. What are you reading right now?”

He told me he was reading Psalms, and I told him that I found Psalms comforting. “I believe God is Love,” I told him. “And I find Love in Psalms.”

The man, MW, agreed with me that Love is God’s name. We agreed that Love is the most powerful. “Just like that Bob Marley song,” I said. And then I turned to Morna to see if she knew the song I was thinking of. “One Love,” she said, nodding.

When it came time to leave, Morna and I gave each other another hug, and I told MW how glad I was to have met him today. He smiled and said it was good to meet me, and we wished each other a good day.

Since I was already out of the house, I decided to mosey over to west Mount Vernon to check out the local daffodil fields. I ended up at RoozenGaarde gardens, and was not disappointed by the beauty I found there – hyacinths and forsythia and puddles of golden daffodil reflections. To get to the daffodil fields, I needed to walk about a quarter mile through mud and muck and puddles, but it was totally worth it! And it was fun to meet other daffodil-lovers on the other side of the mud and muck and puddles.

I asked a family visiting from Florida if they’d like me to take a picture of all of them together, and they happily handed me a cellphone. Then I asked if I could snap their photo for myself, too, and they graciously posed for me in front of the daffodils. I learned their last name was Nguyen – which gave me a grin, because that is my daughter-in-law and granddaughter’s last name, too! (And, of course, I had to share a picture of my toddler granddaughter with the Nguyen family.)

As I walked through the golden peace of the daffodil fields – the air filled with the scent of spring flowers and birdsong – I found myself thanking Love for bringing me to this place, and these beautiful gifts of spring – for connecting me with Anne and Morna, MW and the Nguyen family.

Magic is everywhere!

Daffodils in the Skagit Valley

The fields are glowing with daffodils in Skagit Valley, Washington…

(Photos by Karen Molenaar Terrell.)

Daffodils in the Wind

It was a beautiful and perfect day, but not in the way
that you probably imagine. The skies were grey,
the new daffodil blossoms bent over in the gusting
wind. It was a hot tea and zipped jacket day.
There was a sweet melancholy in my thoughts
as I drove by your old home, our old haunts,
and remembered the two of you, laughing and happy,
exploring your new hometown. There was no pain
in the sweet sadness.  No  tears.  A gentle  gladness
for the time I had with you here.  It was a day to rent
“The Secret Garden” and watch young Mary learn
about hope and magic while a fire danced and burned
in the woodstove and a cat curled up on my lap for a nap.

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

Photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

daffodil reflection this one

Waiting for the Daffodils

Winter just started officially yesterday, but I already feel like I’ve been sitting in winter for months now. This season once held a lot of magic for me – glittering snowflakes swirling down through a starry sky, and snowmen and skiing, and pie-baking and caroling through the neighborhood. And there’s still magic, I guess – but… the last few years have also brought tragedy in winter, and now I find myself growing a little wary as the dark and cold relentlessly approaches my part of the world…

Christmas lights on the tree –
sparkling through the cold
and dark – and I wait
for daffodils.  Wait to see
their sunshiny flowers
filling the fields again.
But daffodils need to go through
winter to bloom, and if we want
to see them so do we.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell

daffodil christmas tree

Driving to the Daffodils with Dad

Dad was resting in his bed when we got there.

Karen: Do you want to go for a drive?
Dad: Yes. Am I allowed to leave here?
Karen: (laughing) Of course! Are you ready to go?
Dad: Yes!

(Scotty and I situate Dad in the front passenger seat and I sit behind Dad in the back seat. I reach forward and pat Dad’s shoulder and he reaches for my hand and holds it.)
Scott: Where should we go first?
Karen: Sisters Espresso.
(Scotty heads for the Sisters Espresso. As we pull into the parking lot…)
Dad: Good! (smiling) Karen takes me here all the time when we go on our drives…
(I order the usual ice cream float for Dad, and a couple coffees for Scott and myself. I hand Dad his float through the car window…)
Dad: Thank you!
Karen: Is it good?
Dad: (gives the thumbs up)

We head out to the daffodil fields.
Dad: This is beautiful country. (Thinking) I used to be stationed out here – in the Coast Guard… Have you ever been to the Big Four Inn? They turned it into a Coast Guard place during the war. (Note: Dad had also been stationed in the South Pacific during The War – but today he wanted to talk about the Big Four Inn.)
Karen: (to Scott from the back seat) We went up there with Dad, remember? The Inn burnt down – there was just a foundation there.
Scott: (remembering) Yeah. (turns to Dad) We hiked up there together, remember? We went hiking with Pete Schoening to the Ice Caves.
Dad: (nods, remembering)
Scott: (talking to me) That was one of the last hikes Pete Schoening went on, wasn’t it? Do we still have the picture of Pete with the boys?
Karen: Yes. I think I have it on Facebook.
(The daffodil fields appear on the right.)
Karen: (pointing) Look at the daffodils!
Dad: The field is glowing.
(Scotty pulls over so I can snap some quick photos.)

Dad: What are we doing for New Year’s tonight?
Karen: It’s April. We’re looking at the April daffodils.
Dad: Oh. (Pause) When did I think it was?
Karen: I don’t know.
Dad: (to Scott) I used to live at the Big Four Inn. Have you ever been to the Big Four Inn? The Coast Guard took it over during the war. Where did you live during the war?
Scott:(smiling) I didn’t live anywhere. I wasn’t born, yet.
Dad: (starts laughing) Oh. Yeah.

(We pass Tulip Town…)
Dad: There’s going to be a lot of traffic here when the tulips bloom. You’ll want to avoid this area when it’s tulip time. When do the tulips get ripe?
Scott: Another couple weeks, probably.
Dad: (making an observation) It’s easier to see things when it’s raining. There’s not as much shadow.
(As we reach our turn-around point on our drive…)
Karen: Wayne said he was going to visit you. Did he stop by?
Dad: Yeah. We had a nice visit.
Karen: Did his wife visit you, too?
Dad: Yeah, she was there, too. It was nice.
Karen: Some more of your friends are going to visit in a couple weeks – Tom Hornbein, Bill Sumner, and Jim Wickwire.
Dad: (smiling) Good! That gives me something to look forward to!

(We head for Dad’s home, and pass a retirement community where one of his friends used to live…)
Karen: Norma used to live there, remember?
Dad: Oh… yeah. We visited her there once, didn’t we?
Karen: Yes.
Dad: I think she lived in the house right there – right next to the fence.
Karen: Yes, I think so.
Dad: This was the best time to go for a drive. I wouldn’t want to be driving around on a weekend when the tulips are blooming.
Karen: This was a nice drive, wasn’t it?
Dad: Yes, it was. A nice drive.
(We turn into the driveway of Dad’s home.)
Dad: I recognize this place. There’s that long bedroom…
(We help Dad out of the car, up the stairs, and into Moz’s old recliner in the living room.)
Karen: Thank you for going on a drive with us, Daddy.
Dad: Thank you for the drive!
Karen: I love you, Daddy.
Dad: I love you!