Wild roses.


My friend Robyn posted pictures of wild roses on the South Dakota prairie today, and it brought back a favorite memory....


My little sister Lindsay was born when I was five years old.  When my mom went to the hospital to have her, we stayed with our friends the Hinman's until she was born.  Then our dad came to pick us up and my brother Shawn and I got to go into the hospital to see her for the first time.

On our way in, while we were still on Briggs Hill Road, we stopped at a corner where wild rose bushes were overflowing with blooms.  My dad thought that we needed to bring flowers to my mom and new baby sister, and so we picked.  With handfuls of pink blooms attached to soft thorns and prickly leaves, we headed to the hospital to meet Lindsay.  I remember being so proud of those flowers - and that we had picked them ourselves. 

And I remember the smile on my mom's face when we gave her the flowers as we climbed onto the hospital bed and got to meet our new sister for the first time. 

I'm pretty sure my mom dried those flowers, and they're tucked into Lindsay's baby book.

It's funny the things we remember....and how a simple picture can bring a flood of memories back.

PS -At first, I was mad my parent's named her Lindsay.  I wanted to call her Big Bird.   Haha - I'm pretty sure Lindsay's thankful I didn't have a say in the naming process.

PPS - Shawn was mad because she was a girl.  So he got a new dog, Ebony who was a male.  So then we were even.  :)

PPPS - Lindsay, we loved you then just as much as we do now!  Promise.  :)


  1. This photo reminds me of Grandma and Grandpas anniversary party skit where we all dressed up...man, you guys were cute.

  2. Darcy,
    I'm glad my little wild roses from the prairie brought you good memories. Thanks for sharing your heartfelt story.


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