Blumen Blumen Blumen. Immer weider schaue ich die Blumen an. I am just so aware of the flowers this year, and I don’t know why. Es regnet weiter, und die Welt explodiert in grün und lila und gelb.
I keep a board on Pinterest called “Inspiring Words”. It’s full of little quotes and statements meant to inspire on various occasions. And right now, I’m really loving this board. So here’s a post, not just for me, but for anyone who needs to remember these most important things.
A few weeks ago my local library had a viewing of art made by high school students from the district. There was some really amazing stuff there, and I had to snap some pictures of my favorite pieces. Some of this stuff is crazy good! And let me tell you, if I had a disposable income, I seriously would have bought that vase; it was so gorgeous.
left: “Another War to Fight” by C Mueller, grade 10; ceramic.
right: “Raku Vase” by N Martell, grade 12; ceramic.
top left: Untitled by A Thaemert, grade 11; colored pencil.
bottom left: “Night Song” by A Thaemert; colored pencil and charcoal.
right: “Man of Wire” by T Cofield, grade 12; sculpture.
“never let me go” by P Bovits, grade 10; oil painting.
Lembas bread! Really, it’s somewhere between a Southern style biscuit and an English scone.
I can’t stop looking at all the flowers and trees and general green. Winter seemed so long, despite being so mild. Now that the weather is warming up and everything is coming back to green, I feel like I’m waking up from a big sleep. I feel the same every spring, but this one in particular is somehow more intense. I just hope that summer is as long as winter was mild.
The last picture is typical kitty. She constantly wants to be outside, but if a car drives by, or a dog barks…or a bird flies too close…she’s right back at the door begging to be let in until the
bird has flown away danger has passed. Silly.
So the real reason I haven’t been blogging is simple, and not very nice. It starts with the first photo.
April 17, 2012. The day we lost Uncle Don.
It’s been almost a month now. A whole month of not wanting to blog about it, not wanting to look at the pictures from the funeral, not wanting to relive it so soon.
April 18. I took a walk. Listened to a great album once or twice. Looked at everything. Saw old things…
…and new things…
…and gone-in-a-heartbeat things.
Took a lot of deep breaths.
Took a nap.
April 20 and 21, wake and funeral.
Sad or not, let it be said that our family can laugh and celebrate a life well lived, and a man well loved.
The last time I saw Uncle Don was at Great Grandma’s funeral. I caught him just before he got in his truck, and I gave him a hug and a kiss and an “I love you”, and off he went.
Still love you, Bumpa. Requiescat in pace et in amore.