Moma always spent hours upon hours trying to think of things for my brother, my sister and I to do during the Summer. One particular Summer day we woke up and we were asking Moma what we were going to do today? She just smiled as we ate our breakfast.
Across from my parents home, at the time, was a big open field. That particular year we had dandelion blooms the size of baseballs in that field. I kid you not they were huge. Moma still talks about them to this day. Moma had been complaining about the folks that owned that field and as to why it was never mowed or never kept up. She hated the ugly site of that field. It was an "eye sore", anyway that is what she called it.
Us kids had finished our breakfast and she said for us to come with her. We were going to have an adventure. Out into the garage we went. She was taking us into the private property of Daddy. None of us were allowed into his domain. That is where all his precious tools and equipment were kept, and nobody but Moma was allowed to touch. On this special day we were all told to come along. Wow, so many things to see. No wonder Daddy said to stay out.
Moma opened one of the big wooden cabinets and said, "Hummm, okay this one, this one and these two. Yes this will do us all." What was she getting? What were we going to do? When she turned around she had a can of spray paint for each of us. I got the red one, Teddy got the blue, Debbie had the gold, and Moma had the green. She said, "Kids come with me, we are going to beautify today." And she marched us across the big road to the empty field where all of the big dandelions were in full bloom. She popped off each of the lids, and got each one of painting, and we were to go from dandelion to dandelion until our paint was all empty. I cannot begin to tell you the color that the field had when we were all finished. When we turned around and looked I just remember thinking how beautiful it was. So beautiful with all the colors mixed. We could hardly wait for Daddy to get home to show him what we had done to beautify the field.
Now I don't have to tell you, we didn't have to tell Daddy, as soon as he drove down the road, he saw. He smiled at Moma as us three chatter boxes went on and on about what beauty we had brought to the "eye sore" across the big road.
Today when we talk about the story, the story of the year of the dandelion blooms, Daddy laughs and says, "Yeah and they wasted 4 perfectly good cans of paint on a field of weeds." However the paint did kill the weeds, and Daddy has to admit the field did look beautiful. Moma found something for us to do that didn't cost much, and kept us all hopping and running and laughing. I can still hear the giggles today as I write the story. What fond memories. Moma always figured out the best things to keep us kids occupied over Summer vacation. Thank you Moma. I love you.
As always thank you for stopping by my little piece of heaven here in the desert, that I so love to call home. Country hugs and much love...
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