Wild Onions

I grew up in a remote-beyond-rural area, and on our five acres surrounded by farm fields, wild onions grew so thick I still remember their fresh aroma.  It's been decades since I was on that property - life has shifted so much that it is inhabited by other families now - but I found a few clusters of that familiar bulb in an unlikely place.  I live in a "garden home," located alongside a golf course.  I moved to this neighborhood in 2014 (a year after the death of my husband), and last November moved down the street to another garden home, adding my mother to my household.  Just this week, I discovered a few bunches, astonished they were growing there as they had elsewhere in my childhood.

I saved a few of the bulbs, cleaned them, and placed them in water to await their elevated future in a pottery to be determined soon.  Why would I do this with a wild crop?  Because I remember savoring them years ago - a sweet memory amid many unpleasant ones; and because I adore green onions in chopped salads.

I was actually inspired poetically....

Wild Onion Tears

Pulled as a weed,

Plucked as a treasure - 

One denotes vice.

One connotes pleasure.

Wild onions discovered

On my property,

A mem'ry of childhood

My senses to see.

Delightful discovery,

A voluntary crop.  

These soil-covered blessings

Gave me reason to stop.

Simple wild onions

My childhood revisit.

Though simple and common,

I find them exquisite.

In my hand, a pen

I gave my Dear Departed...

These wild onion tears,

Who knows what they've started?

Okay, I'm no poet laureate, but that's how much it moved me to see them, and then realizing the pen with which I composed the little rhyme - well, it wasn't the onions that brought tears.

I must tell you about something else I appreciate to the point of tears, although I don't know whether the little farm run by my brother and sister-in-arms has any wild onions on it.  Little t Farms is a local, organic, integrity-rich farm.  On it, you may hear various barnyard noises, the laughter of children, and some good sense.  Matt and Tamera both served with my late husband and myself in the same military unit.  They're good folks, to put it mildly.  Do yourself a favor and visit their website, especially when you need a gift basket or other treasure.  They're sure to please.

Jotting with Johnna
What has evoked memories through your senses unexpectedly?  Sight, sound, scent, taste, texture - we are sensory beings.  How might your senses influence your choices?  What application might this have for you as you plan your day?

Remember:  you are so very worthy of the forethought or at least attentiveness to include details that bring joy to your mind, healing to your body, and laughter to your present moment (even if it comes in the form of wild onion tears).

Stay tuned.  Stay focused.  Stay well.