Nostalgia | A Girl Who Lives On The Edge Of Texas | A Girl Who Lives On The Edge Of Texas


[no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh-]
1.     a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time


This is my favorite flower in the whole wide world.  I love bluebonnets (as all good Texas girls should)and of course, dogwoods, Indian blankets, phlox and wild roses, but none of those blossoms stir my heart like narcissus do.

Each year, they are among the earliest flowers to bloom and I became aware of them when I was in the first grade.  One late February day, I remember getting off the school bus and running up our drive which was lined with huge sycamore trees and narcissus planted in between. They were pretty and white and their smell was so sweet.  To this day, there’s not another fragrance I love more.  Not even the smell of oatmeal cookies baking …

That particular day when I got off the bus, Daddy had a surprise for me.  He was home from work recovering from a bad cut and he took me out to the barn where, surrounded by hay bales, a sweet baby lamb was resting.  Its mama had abandoned it and she was mine to feed and care for.   It was the first baby I got to raise but there were others in later years.  They always seemed to come when the narcissus were blooming so I naturally associated the two.

The house I grew up in is no longer ours.  The barn has likely been torn down.  Mama and Daddy are in Heaven and there are no baby sheep to raise these days. But every spring when the narcissus bloom along the roadsides among old homestead ruins, I remember … and I am grateful.

1 Comment

  • Debbie Taulbee says:

    I’m glad to be aboard Darlene! I’ll keep reading your wonderful writing!

    Deb in Michigan, from my own country road (recently paved!!)

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