Spring Blossoms

 

Spring has sprung and even with a certain amount of neglect things still bloom forth in all their glory.  I look around our yard and there is a riot of blooms.  Not a lot of color in these pictures but there is some.  These first blossoms are a product of our neighbors hard work and lightly fill the air with a scent of sweetness as I race by them to or from somewhere.   Jasmine that covers the fence and a sprawling bulb the I'm not sure the name of.  The other ones are from our pear and apple trees repectively.  They are old but oh so productive.      

To Heal

When violence comes next door to your doorstep, even if your not home, you have to take the time to heal.  To try return to normal.  You gather in a circle. You smudge the space with sage.  You reclaim the space.  You plant flowers.  You have a potluck on a windy, biting cold night.  Huddled around the picnic table we brought what we had.  Soup, cereal, popcorn, salad.   You paint a lot.  You make cookies and eat them and send some home.  You listen to the kids that were there, when they want to talk.  The kids that are safe.  You thank the teachers.  You say the words loudly:  I never want to hear the words: school. shooting. violence. children. in the same sentence ever, ever again.    

Narcissus Bloom

We are getting ready for our school craft fair around here.  That includes a variety of projects leading to a variety of products.  This one I'm excited about.  Narcissus bulbs in water.  We have prepared them and stored them in a dark, cold room in order to force the bloom.  When they start to get roots we'll take them out into the light.  We have a variety of containers, some from the thrift store and some from the dollar store.  They are so pretty and really shine when the light hits the blue glass.   When coming to our table you'll find an eclectic assortment of items.   More to come about this.       

Going to the Chapel

This weekend a friend of mine got married.  I'm really happy for her.  I've seen her with lots of men and none of them quite fit.  She was always in some state or another about them.  But this one seems like an anchor.  I haven't heard one fleeting comment from her.

When I first saw her walk down the aisle with her father during the rehearsal I almost burst into tears thinking you've worked so hard for this and you deserve it.  I was glad there was there was a rehearsal.  The second time I thought of the little plastic statue she had had on her windowsill.  A symbol to remind her of her dream,  She kept it there and now she's here.  Well, not here but cruising along in Mexican waters breathing deep and relaxing.