roses

Oct 11, 2008 blog


roses



Kristine loved that rose bush. Broke or flush, she made sure it was watered and the irises we planted around it were too....and it rewarded us with beautiful blooms all year long, it's an amazing thing, no real season.

Our neighborhood lost Kristine last year, she became ill, entered the hospital and was gone. One last phone message ...just wanted to tell you that I love you.



and gone. I last saw her at the house concert, on the couch...determined to be there but not feeling so good. She went home to open her windows and hear the music...



and she was gone. A month later, her husband entered the hospital for surgery, taking months to recuperate, so much pain, so many sad times in that house. and old Cowboy, her dog...and let me tell you when I say her dog, it's true. A one woman dog! we used to laugh and say we needed to figure out out to get that DNA in most men we had known over the years... now so old and sad, just hanging on.



The house is being sold, the rose bush neglected, altho when I walked by on her birthday...TWO roses...blooming against the crispy brown leaves, shining happy and with that pink glow! The endurance of old roses, no water, no rain...



so yesterday I went down and turned on my neighbor's hose and watered that bush and its irises all around, brought the clippers and did some trimming. Got busted by a neighbor who reminded me how Kristine always told everyone walking by that all I had to do was touch that bush and it would bloom... but it was her. She just didn't know. I bet she does now.



and as I walked home and reached for my door...butterflies...one right on my shoulder.



Hello, Kristine. I love you too.