These are all taken from a little deck off the spare bedroom at my Dad’s house. We were there today and I took pictures, from about the same vantage point, of the changing light and clouds from mid afternoon to after sundown.
The tree and land do not change, but the clouds move and alter the amount and angle of light, and therefore the colors. It is interesting to me that the one taken mid-afternoon looks almost like a black and white and the one taken after sundown has vibrant colors. Maybe that is a metaphor for life in some way.
Cee’s Pick Me Up Post today inspired me to put together this post about flowers that we don’t usually think of as flowers. The quote is:
The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfullness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.
Thich Nhat Hanh
We were eating them as recently as two months ago. Then they got woody and the tops began to look like the tops of old Russian churches. Then they started to get a bit bumply under their caps …
… and this week they are popping out.
I think they are rather pretty. I also like the flowers of parsley. In the background of the photos above.
It is, I believe, a cousin of Queen Anne’s Lace. I like the subtlety and delicacy of it’s green tinged flowers. Sometimes, when I bother to bring flowers in from the garden, I will put them with roses in a vase, like some folks use baby’s breath. But mostly I just enjoy them when I am out in the yard.
My second niece graduated from high school last night. It seems impossible that she is an adult already, about to head off into the future…and feeling like all of our futures may well be better because of her.
One of my favorite things through the years has been spending time with my nieces. Here are some pictures from the recent graduate’s murky past, in no particular order.
Just after midnight here, at home it was about 9 am
yesterday, my grandmother left this world.
I should, perhaps, feel sad. But, so far, I feel thankful. Very few people get to my age with an intact grandmother. She sent me a happy birthday email the day before she died. At almost the same time, I sent her an email with these flowers:
I should, perhaps, feel guilt, because I wasn’t there for
her at the end. But, so far, I’ve been remembering happily our last few visits.
Before we left, I took her youngest great-grandchild to see her. Our last visit
was our regular Wednesday night: sharing a glass of wine and laughing together
as we watch British sit-coms. Our good-bye ritual is for me to put each of her
two dogs in her lap for some loving attention. So, she got to say goodbye to the
pups, even though we didn’t know it would be their last goodbye.
At some point I may have different feelings, you don’t lose someone you have known for 57 years all at once, you don’t really lose them at all in some ways, and being so far away I haven’t perceived the changes in my life landscape yet. But, so far, I am not feeling regrets because I wasn’t there last night. Just happiness that I spent as much time with her as I have over the course of our lives, and it was very good time.
I am going to miss her, but, boy, am I lucky to have had her in my life.