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a celebration of blossoms
Apr. 14th, 2008 11:13 amWhen I had an extensive garden to take care of, I missed the glory and celebration of spring. I was too busy watering tender seedlings in the glasshouse, and too anxious for the wet earth to dry out, that I missed the absolute beauty of early spring.
Now that the Aerie's gardens are tended by gardeners, my role is to sit back, appreciate, and drink more tea.
The forsythia and daffodils are so exuberantly yellow. What an enthusiastic color.
The cherry blossoms are just opening, such a cheerful shade of pink peeking out of the buds that I want to purr with joy. No, what I really want to do is have a picnic under the trees when they are in full bloom, and let the gentle rain of petals garnish my food and decorate my hair.
This is the springtime that I have missed for so many years.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother's passing. She loved all the flowers of spring, especially the pink ones, and now they bloom again in her honor. Tomorrow I will wear pink, not black, as a tribute to her.
Now that the Aerie's gardens are tended by gardeners, my role is to sit back, appreciate, and drink more tea.
The forsythia and daffodils are so exuberantly yellow. What an enthusiastic color.
The cherry blossoms are just opening, such a cheerful shade of pink peeking out of the buds that I want to purr with joy. No, what I really want to do is have a picnic under the trees when they are in full bloom, and let the gentle rain of petals garnish my food and decorate my hair.
This is the springtime that I have missed for so many years.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother's passing. She loved all the flowers of spring, especially the pink ones, and now they bloom again in her honor. Tomorrow I will wear pink, not black, as a tribute to her.
