Wednesday, May 8, 2013

May Flowers

There is always that moment when the gradual change in seasons ceases--and the season definitively arrives.

That moment came today.

As I walked to the mailbox, picking my way through puddles left by a day of heavy showers, the sweet scent of lilacs floated across the damp evening breeze.

Ah. Spring.




Saturday, May 4, 2013

Anniversary



It's been a year today Mom, and I miss you.

These are the flowers that were on your kitchen counter the day you died. I always thought they were ordinary, everyday, nothing-special flowers.

They are nothing but special to me now.