PPicture this. It’s summer.
You’re in Pennsylvania.
You go to a farmhouse. It’s a beautiful house.
You go up the driveway that turns into a stoney path.
To your right is a barn with a garage underneath.
To your left is a pleasant honeydew colored colonial style house.
There’s a ripe grape vine beside you as you walk down the steps to the entrance.
You walk in the mud room that contains folding chairs and garden decorations.
You open the door to see such a sight.
Glass cabinets hold dishes, art, and trinkets from other countries.
Collectible figurines are on every small table and shelf.
On the dining room table is a large Thomas Kinkade puzzle with puzzle glue on it.
In a small basket is a pile of small quilting squares and a pin cushion.
The basket is on the lap of a woman.
She has her silvery grey hair pulled up and secured by bobby pins.
She has rosy cheeks and a smile when your eyes meet hers.
You hear her strong and sweet voice say “Come here, vonst. Give your grandmaw a kiss.”
You shyly walk over to her sitting on her floral loveseat.
She smells of rose perfume and you feel her soft, wrinkled face against your lips.
Her powerful shoulders wrap around your small frame as she brings you into a tight embrace.
You start walking to the kitchen for a glass of chilled meadow tea.
As you enter the hallway you brush your fingers on the brown hair of a small doll on a table.
The first wall of the kitchen is filled with hanging decorations.
All of them have sayings or hand painted pictures on them.
You hear grandma holler from the living room to look in the bread box for cookies.
Munching on a chocolate chip cookie you gaze out the window by the sink.
You jump up with glee and rush back to the door and say that you’ll be outside.
Grabbing the book you brought along, you run to the tree- the tree that’s so beautiful you can’t climb it.
It’s the perfect time of year. The mimosa blossoms are in full bloom.
You walk slowly to the magnolia tree, the better one for climbing, still watching the mimosa tree gently vibrating in the wind.
It’s so beautiful you can’t look away. You don’t want to look away.
You wish you could sit in the magnolia tree, watch the mimosa tree, and read your book at the same time.
Nancy Drew has a case to solve, and you have to help her solve it.
You place your foot in the crook of the tree one foot off the ground.
Climbing the tree is such an easy thing because you’ve climbed it at least 50 times.
You don’t even remember climbing it;
All you know is that you are now in the most comfortable spot in the tree with a sturdy branch against your back.
You settle in as you feel total contentment.
From your choice seat in the magnolia, you can smell the laundry on the wash line.
After reading two chapters from The Secret of the Old Clock with the warm breeze enrapturing you, you feel quite drowsy and thirsty.
Walking back to the house, you pass the mimosa tree.
You jump up to reach a blossom. You pick three.
You pass the shed with meadow tea growing on the side. You grab a leaf for your glass of tea.
Placing them behind your ear, you skip into the house again.
Grandmaw says “Shut the dahr. Don’t let the coldt air out!”
You hand her one of the mimosa blossoms and she smiles sweetly at you.
You sit next to her on the loveseat and look at the table beside you.
She got a new flower pot.
Succulents were her favorites to grow indoors.
You don’t know it at the moment, but you will long to see mimosa blossoms in ten years.
You will have a home of your own with a barn and sheds in the back.
You will wish you had more of her decorations and you will wish lookalikes weren’t so hard to find.
You will want to grow meadow tea, roses and most of all, you will want to grow a mimosa tree.
About The Author…
Briggy (Brigetta) Jones is an easy-going, art loving boy mom and dog mom. She loves to make music with her trusty guitar, create art, cook vegan food, and write. She enjoys going to farmers markets and exploring the city of Dallas with her husband. Briggy joined The Quiet Nonsense team to focus her skills and passions into a platform to engage with her readers in a personal way. One day she hopes to have her artwork displayed all over the world.