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Flowers, various (for January)

It’s true that I slipped on the ice walking on the Thumb Butte Trail (http://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/prescott/recreation/hiking/recarea/?recid=67469&actid=50) yesterday, but mostly the weather has been mild here in central Arizona. I have had to retrieve my hiking hat from my suitcase and I am going to dig out the sunscreen.  On our hikes–more like little walks–I have been working on desert plant and geologic formation identification, However, it has come to my attention that our family and friends in the East and Midwest are freezing. Here are some flowers for January, with love:

spring, Charlottesville, Virginia

spring, Charlottesville, Virginia

clematis, H.F. Young, Charlottesville

clematis, H.F. Young, Charlottesville

spring flowers, Denver Botanic Gardens

spring flowers, Denver Botanic Gardens

iris

iris

peony

peony

roses

roses

water lily, Scenic Lake, Michigan

water lily, Scenic Lake, Michigan

Rocky Mountain summer

Rocky Mountain summer

coneflowers

coneflowers

morning glory, Denver Botanic Garden

morning glory, Denver Botanic Garden

Denver Botanic Gardens, 5.12.12

Denver Botanic Gardens, 5.12.12

asters with bee

asters with bee

dragonflies

dragonflies

marigolds, Denver Botanic Gardens

marigolds, Denver Botanic Gardens

Humbug, maybe

I realize I haven’t posted anything for a couple of weeks.  I have some excuses to give and then I will tell you the truth.

Excuses: My husband retired on November 30. Two days after that Tom went to India. He will be back in a few days. Meanwhile, I have been getting rid of more stuff as we get ready to leave Denver in January. This meant making trips to the Goodwill, packing boxes, and thinking about organizing our files.

My friend Jenny and I transported the silver Honda and the green parrot, Phoenix, back to Virginia where they originally came from.

Jenny in Salina, Kansas

Jenny in Salina, Kansas

Phoenix in Topeka, Kansas

Phoenix in Topeka, Kansas

Now at 11:19 AM (EST) Wednesday, December 12, I am sitting in a Starbucks—kitty corner to the Waffle House—off Berryville Rd. in Winchester, VA.

Actually, I didn’t stay long at that Starbucks, although I was in Winchester long enough that I finally understood the road system. I am still not sure whether the roads revolve around the big box stores or vice versa. On the brighter side, twice I was able to eat breakfast at the Apple Valley Café with my son Bill. Last Sunday, I was able to see my daughter Sarah and her husband Mike at the Eden Center in Falls Church, VA. We had café sua da, seafood soup, and then bubble drink to follow. Now I am sitting on the couch at my son Robert’s place in Pittsburgh.  I crave more air and light, but I love all the books, art, and other stuff and I just ate a bowl of delicious potato soup.

books and other things

books and other things

silver Honda in Pittsburgh

silver Honda in Pittsburgh

Truth: For most of my life—for decades after I became an agnostic—I loved Christmas: Snow on blue spruce, getting all the decorations on the tree, especially those handcrafted with yarn and construction paper.  I loved making the gingerbread cookies that went on the tree. I loved making the pralines and the pecan pie.  Tom, the kids, and I reveled in our own special holiday treats: chả giò, pupusas, Chinese dumplings, or chili verde. Even though I didn’t believe the religious part of the holiday, I believed fervently in the family and tradition and love and hope parts of it all.  A couple of my Christian friends laughed with me about my large collection of holiday music. I have everything from Pete Seeger and Joan Baez to the Congressional Chorus and the Boston Camerata, although now the CDs are in storage.

Something has happened to me these last few years. I was the one who had really believed in Santa Claus, even though I was the one who put the oranges in the beds*, candy canes on the tree, and the gifts from Santa under the tree. Now I feel gloomy and I feel sad.  Those emotions might be permissible as my Germanic soul waits for the Solstice, but I also feel petulant and that is less acceptable.  My husband has noted that I have tended to be gloomy around Christmas ever since my dad died.  That’s not right, so I am bucking up right now.  Robert and I are going to the bookstore and then to lunch.  I think I will buy an orange and a candy cane.  I will believe in family and tradition and love and hope because I think that is how I can live successfully close to the ground.

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”   Ebenezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, 1843

*At our house Santa put an orange in each of our beds as the proof that he looked in on us while we slept.

candy cane with orange

candy cane with orange