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3.25.2009

Walking on Flowers


Overlooking the creek. The front yard.

I am so enchanted by flowers that fall to the ground.
I'm sure you've noticed.

But, oh! How wonderful it feels to wade through ankle-deep wisteria blossoms, to see a cat sleepily nestled among red camellias. And when the wind-blown blooms fall from the sky like rain, how very much it feels like standing in a fairy-tale snow globe. Street curbs are full of yellow flowers that smell like candy, and piled to the brim with wisteria and pink & white dogwood & leftover gifts from tulip trees. It rained hard yesterday, but still there are these mounds of flowers - that's how covered we are. Azaleas of all colors surround me, but I am in love with the ground around them - white & magenta & bubble gum pink & pale baby-girl pink, the stamens pink & white ribbons with which to wrap these gifts. There is nothing quite like walking through our unmowed yard, the almost knee-high yellow blossoms of weeds brushing against my legs as I take the trash to the backyard (we have been busy & the mower is broken), the dripping wisteria hanging low, caressing my face, leaving purple petals stuck to my cheeks, the wet leaves of the pear tree licking my arms; it is a tight fit around the spiral staircase. The backyard is a sea of lavender, with bluebonnets pushing up through the grass - we are such lazy gardeners & what will be, will be.

I remember the last words I whispered to Mary,
that last day she seemed to understand things.
The hearing is the last to go, they said,
and so I talked.
The tulip trees had just bloomed,
and pink blossoms littered the ground.
We are walking on flowers, I told her.
And soon, she was too.
Mary - Charlie is fine, we are fine - but we miss you.

7 comments:

  1. This brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know that sound was the last to go. But when my best friend died three years ago this May, I held her and whispered to her until she died. I'm so glad to know that likely, she heard me tell her over and over that I loved her. And that she'd been a wonderful grandmother to my daughters. And that she had meant so much to me. Like a mother figure when, before her, there was none.
    Brenda

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  2. sounds like a fairy land to me and the smell must be heavenly too. you've painted such a picture in my mind and made my senses come alive.

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  3. I can just imagine what a beautiful place your neighborhood is...and it must smell heavenly. I can't wait until I can see green and colors around here (IL)- it is so drab and gray now. Have a wonderful day!

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  4. You are enjoying full on spring. We have snow in the forecast. SNOW! In late March. In Missouri!

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  5. Oh my gosh, you have taken me to heaven, flower heaven. Seems you presented a lovely heaven to your dear Mary too~

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  6. whoa. that last whisper to mary. i hope someone who loves me will know the perfect thing to say in my last days as you did with Mary. you are amazing. and i know that the blossoms are bruised and turning brownish and getting smooshed (especially following the rain) and yet... you have a heart that sees those perfectly formed and perfectly colored blossoms and you share them with us.
    xo

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  7. Spring is wrapping around you and sticking to you with its colour and enchanting scents. We are having a very slow start to spring this year but I am so looking forward to being encapsulated in a flowery snow globe too! What a wonderful thought.

    Love this love this
    xo

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