Spring time: lilac, peonies, red-buds and yard sales.
Spring time is one of my favorite seasons, OK it’s one of my four faves, I can’t help it, there is something wonderful about each season. But spring is about new beginnings and here on the Ridge it is perfumed with lilacs and peonies; adorned in a virgin green and flushing in the bloom of red-bud trees. It also heralds in a favorite weekend activity – the yard sale – have I mentioned my people are yard sale’rs. My dad often laments, “Yard sale’n is a disease and I guess I’ve given it to all my children.” But pull open any drawer in my mom’s house and you’ll find evidence of her contribution to our yard-sale’n disorder, particularly when it comes to textiles.
This year my yard sale’n kicked off with an estate sale. At seven forty five, on a very chilly Saturday morning, my dad, my sister and I were standing in line outside of a three story, early 1900’s house . It was a liquidation of an estate of a grandmother; most of the nine children and several of the grandchildren were working the sale. The crowd was heavy with seasoned pickers and the competition for the good stuff was stiff. Fortunately for me, I am usually not in the market for the “good stuff”: I am, however, in the market for sweet, lovely stuff. And on this day, among the crowd of elbows I managed to find some truly sweet, lovely “stuff”.