Beyond Words

Happy Earth Day!

All I Need to Know I Learned From the Easter Bunny

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too many treats.
Eggs and carrots are good for you!
A cute tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
All work and no play will make you a basket case.
It’s okay if some body parts are floppy.
To show your true colors you need to come out of your shell.
Jumping and hopping are great exercise.
The grass isn’t always greener in someone else’s meadow.

HAPPY EASTER!

I ran across “The Help” last night on TV and was instantly mesmerized. I had forgotten what a truly wonderful movie (and book!) it is. Never, ever forget…

I ran across “The Help” last night on TV and was instantly mesmerized. I had forgotten what a truly wonderful movie (and book!) it is. Never, ever forget…

Family members and friends I’ve travelled with were pleased to recently learn that “Big Momma” went to luggage heaven. The well-travelled and oversized piece of luggage was near and dear to my heart but it was the bane of travel for many. It was huge and it was heavy. It could fit so much and was with me for so many years. Big Momma went with me to Europe and on so many family vacations, she went along with me on all of my annual OU girls’ trips, and she was there when I moved Kristen into her college dorm. Years of wear and tear finally caught up with her though and after a serious banging up by an airline earlier this year, it was time for me to replace Big Momma.

Have you shopped for luggage lately? It’s everywhere and there are so many different styles and brands. Spinners, hard-backed, soft-sides, and colors and patterns that will catch anyone’s eye on an airport baggage carousel. I knew I wanted something durable, something somewhat affordable, and something big. I found a bag I think I’m going to love and am amazed at how much lighter it is then Big Momma was…empty! I can fill this baby even more!

All this brought back memories of my parents’ tan colored suitcases like the one above. I remember how the handles felt in my hand and how those vintage Samsonites smelled. How weird to even think of carrying your luggage though, right? A virtual nightmare if you ask me! Well, if you’re as grateful as I am for wheeled luggage, you have Bernard Sadow to thank. Who?! And Macy’s. What?!

Mr. Sadow is credited for introducing suitcases that rolled and for that one reason will forever be hero of mine and many! But, surprisingly his wheeled contraptions weren’t immediately accepted and Saddow actually had trouble selling the idea for them. He was repeatedly told that nobody would ever buy a suitcase on wheels by department store buyers across New York City. Crazy, right?!

Sadow, the former president and owner of U.S. Luggage, had long been in the business of suitcases and came up with his brilliant idea nearly 45 years ago. Wrestling with his bags at an airport in Puerto Rico, Saddow noticed a man moving a piece of machinery on a wheeled platform and, as they say, the rest is history. Bingo.

Still, after weeks of rejections again, Saddow finally hit pay dirt when a Macy’s vice president liked the product and set his buyers buying. Macy’s sold the first ever rolling suitcases in October 1970 but, as wonderful as they sounded, they still had problems.

Remember those first rolling suitcases? I do! Wheels were mounted on their narrow bottoms, leaving users struggling with wobbling and tipping. Plus, there were those crazy straps that we pulled them with. Yes, the new bags were easier then carrying a bag, but often times you ended up doing so anyway.

It wasn’t until nearly 20 years later that today’s popular version of a suitcase on wheels was born. Pulled on two wheels, they boasted convenience and a handy-dandy retractable handle. Invented by Northwest Airlines pilot Bob Plath in the late 1980s, the bags were dubbed “Rollaboards” and were the start of the luggage company Travelpro, still the top choice for airline industry employees and other frequent fliers. If anyone knows travel, it’s pilots and flight attendants, right?

Just as cell phones have changed the way we communicate and fast food has changed the way we eat, rolling suitcases have changed the way we travel. Without wheels on her, Big Momma could have never made it to all the destinations she did. A lot of memories were packed in that bag; memories that will last a lifetime.

Palm Sunday. The beginning of Holy Week and the Sunday when Catholics often think: “Oh dear, today’s gospel is the really long one!”

Yes, it’s the Passion of Christ, acted out from Jesus’ triumphal entrance into Jerusalem when palm branches were placed in His path, to His arrest on Holy Thursday and His Crucifixion on Good Friday. It also marks the beginning of Holy Week, the final week of Lent, and the week we anxiously await His resurrection on Easter Sunday.

Today we recall the crowds yelling “Hosanna” as Jesus rode a donkey amid the waving of palms. He was their hero only soon to become their “villain.”

Holy Week is a good time to think about who we consider our heroes and what we idolize. During our recent church’s mission, the guest speaker talked about what’s on our coffee tables and how those things often signify what we “worship.” Luckily, I do have a cross on our coffee table. I also have candles, books, magazines, and a clock. One of the books is on dresses; another is on the Sooners. Do I idolize them, and whatever I read in all those magazines, too much?  Am I too obsessed with time and not take the time to count my blessings and instead rush through life?  Hmmmmm….

This brings to mind the quote, “If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.” What do you daydream about? Where does your mind tend to wander? What is on your coffee table?

I also like to consider Holy Week the final leg of my Lenten sacrifices and a time to jump start them. Being an empty nester, meals are sometimes a challenge to prepare for just the two of us and eating out often becomes the norm…or ordering in. During Holy Week I always give up fast food and eating out. It may sound silly, but on those nights when Smitty’s out of town something quick and via a drive through is sure easy. Not so this week. Instead, I’m hoping (and praying!) that my hunger for God increases, not my desire for a cheeseburger and fries.

Social media is increasingly proving to be a huge Lenten tool, especially for the younger generation. As they say, “this is not your parents’ Lent,” and it’s not. Popular apps like “Lentsanity” and blogs like “LifeTeenblog” are providing ideas and support and are being downloaded by the thousands. Even the Pope is tweeting. All this shows how relevant the Catholic church is even in our high-tech world. I’m pretty sure Jesus would approve.

So in this final stretch before Easter Sunday, let’s try to slow down and reflect. Reflect on what and who are really important and truly valuable. I’m guessing if we keep our hearts open and our eyes looking up, we just may find them.

A quick note:  thank you Megan G. for the beautiful cross photo I’m using in today’s blog.  I have never been able to make a cross out of a palm, as much as I’ve wanted to, and this one is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen!

The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. The grass is greener where you water it.

Spring is officially here and the weather is finally beginning to look like it’s going to cooperate. It even rained this past week and may again in the next few days. I guess all of this means it’s time to buy flowers for outdoors and start tilling the garden.

I am the furthest thing from a green thumb and I’m not one to be found working in the yard yet I love flowers, particularly daisies, lilacs, and wild flowers. I also love when the Crepe Myrtles and Mountain Laurels reign in full bloom and I’d put Texas bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrushes up against any others in terms of pure yet simple beauty. My mom has always loved flowers so I guess she passed it on to me. Sometimes when I think of flowers, I think of her.  (Yes, I’ve already ordered her an Easter lily!)

I also absolutely adore Easter lilies. I love their brilliant whiteness among all of Easter’s traditional pastels, I love how they smell, and I love that I can plant them in my yard and watch them come back every year. Did I mention how obsessed I am with how they smell? One plant can literally fill a room with its intoxicating scent. Obsessed.

I recently read a book called “The Language of Flowers,” and although I didn’t love the book per se, I took away from it a real interest in all the references made to what certain flowers historically signify. Did you know almost all flowers, herbs, and plants have a meaning behind them? It’s so amazing!

Using what many consider the “bible” of “the language of flowers,” author Vanessa Diffenbaugh relied heavily on “The Floral Offering: A Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers” written in 1851 by Henrietta Dumont, to write her present day bestselling novel.

“After a childhood spent in the foster-care system, Victoria Jones is unable to get close to anybody and her only connection to the world is through flowers and their meanings,” reads the book’s back cover. In the story, Victoria finds work in a flower shop and learns she has a true gift for helping others through the flowers she chooses for them. Flowers give her meaning. Flowers give her life.

Readers learn that daffodils are for new beginnings, wisteria represents welcome, daisies mean innocence, camellias signify “my destiny is in your hands,” peppermint is for warm feelings, holly signifies foresight, and even William Shakespeare agreed that rosemary means remembrance. Not surprising to me is that red roses mean love but yellow roses indicate infidelity. Don’t tell Texans that! It’s all utterly fascinating to me.

Apparently too, the language of flowers in nonnegotiable and every flower has but one definition. This, outlined during the Victorian era, during which the original language of flowers was hypothetically spoken and ultimately revealed.

Do you want to tell someone you’re passionate about them? Then give them some bougainvillea. Care to tell someone you never forget them?   Simple carnations will do the trick. Protection can be had with some eucalyptus, a fern tells a recipient you are sincere, while fennel indicates strength. One of my favorites? Geraniums. They signify true friendship. I could go on and on…

The Masters of All

Another spring tradition is The Masters golf tournament in Augusta, Georgia. Considered the toughest ticket in sports to acquire, the “tradition unlike any other” is sure to be another classic this year. The green jacket winner will become an instant legend and the course’s signature azaleas and dogwoods are in full and amazing bloom. Those who have walked the course say it is truly magnificent. Smitty is fortunate to attend it again this year. It is his mecca and I am so thrilled he gets to be there.

Being the golf family that we are, I was surprised to learn something new about Augusta that I’d never heard before. I’ve always known about the dogwood trees and azalea bushes, but I didn’t know each hole at Augusta National Golf Club is named after a flower, tree, or shrub. How cool is that?! The holes were supposedly given the names to honor the heritage of the property, as the original land was a plant nursery when the club’s founders purchased it. Fittingly, each hole features the plant after which it was named along its length. Is it any wonder the course is so beautiful?

Here are the 18 holes and their flora namesakes:

1 – Tea Olive

2 – Pink Dogwood

3 – Flowering Peach

4 – Flowering Crab Apple

5 – Magnolia

6 – Juniper

7 – Pampas

8 – Yellow Jasmine

9 – Carolina Cherry

10 – Camellia

11 – White Dogwood

12 – Golden Bell

13 – Azalea

14 – Chinese Fir

15 – Firethorn

16 – Redbud

17 – Nandina

18 – Holly

Yet another recent floral tie-in I enjoyed was taking my mom to the LBJ Presidential Library.   It’s all very historical and interesting, but beyond the civil rights and JFK exhibits is one dedicated to Mrs. Johnson.  An Austin legend, Lady Bird stuck to her roots (figuratively and literally!) with her choice of White House china.  No official seal or formality here, hers was bedecked with flowers. The former First Lady was a true flower fanatic. She’s who Texas can thank for our beloved bluebonnets along interstate highways and rural roads, and she’s also who we can thank for having those bluebonnets…and no billboards…alongside one of Austin’s busiest freeways, Loop 1/Mopac.   Thank you Lady Bird!

I bought some flowers for my front porch and back patio and will be potting them today. I also brought home a simple bouquet of long-stem flowers for my kitchen. No special occasion, just a little slice of heaven on my kitchen island.  I look at them and I smile.  Flowers have a way of doing that.