#150
The first peony, pink of May,
three days late, will not
adorn a grave on Decoration Day,
but adorns my back yard,
a place I love at this time of year,
and I will miss, moving 400 miles
south, where hopefully peonies bloom.
catherinenglish 05-30-2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
#147
I bought these purple "flags"
(a term for them I learned
from a play, "White Room of
My Remembering"), in the fall
of 1992, first autumn in Aurora,
awaiting their royal glory, just in
time for Memorial Day, 1993,
just a decade before Dad's grave
would be adorned with them (if they
blossomed in time).
catherinenglish 05-27-2013
(Happy 7th Anniversary John and Amanda!)
I bought these purple "flags"
(a term for them I learned
from a play, "White Room of
My Remembering"), in the fall
of 1992, first autumn in Aurora,
awaiting their royal glory, just in
time for Memorial Day, 1993,
just a decade before Dad's grave
would be adorned with them (if they
blossomed in time).
catherinenglish 05-27-2013
(Happy 7th Anniversary John and Amanda!)
Saturday, May 25, 2013
I drove to Silver Creek, Nebraska to
decorate Dad's grave and met my cousin
Lynn Cave in Genoa, with her Dad,
my Uncle Henry, who commemorated his
65th high school reunion, and when they
announced the class of 1953, it dawned on me
that it was my dad's 60th class reunion, and it made
sense that as I crossed over the Loup River bridge, drove by
the Loup Canal and before reaching Beaver Creek, a
flock of mallards lifted up, flying northeast over Highway 92.
catherinenglish 05-25-2013
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