In a gift…
One day last week a package arrived at my door. It was not unexpected; my sister had called to warn me that she had sent a package and that I should be on the lookout for it. Anxious, I waited to see what surprise she’d sent for my birthday. After answering the door, I scurried to the table and placed the box gently on it. I sat pondering whether to open or save it, but my curiosity got the best of me. I opened the box and inside, nestled amongst packing material a sparkling package with a gold ribbon glimmered at me. I removed the ribbon, unwrapped the glittering fabric and found flowers. My sister, Bev, had made a beautiful cross-stitched masterpiece with the words The Cottage Garden at the top. Flowers, garden creatures, and a dovecote similar to one I had once upon another life danced across the cloth.
When I called to tell Bev thank you and how much I loved the gift, she told me that she’d found the pattern a while back and was making it for herself, but she thought it was so much like my blog, The Cottage on the Corner, that it belonged to me. I cannot begin to describe how touched I am by this very personal gift from one sister to another. All I can say is, I love you, Bev, and can’t wait to see you again, and chatter over a cup of coffee.
In a stained glass window…
I have two sisters, Bev lives in Montana and Nancy lives about 10 or so miles from me. On Sunday I decided to spend the day photographing something...I stopped at Nancy’s and invited her to join me. We headed for Woodlawn Cemetery in Toledo. The old cemetery is also an arboretum with magnificent trees that insist on being noticed. Expecting to find trees bare of fall color, I was surprised to find autumn hues all about the hilly cemetery park.
Nancy and I came across a mausoleum with a stained glass window in the back. Taking photos from the back is impossible because it’s been covered with bars and a translucent covering. The only way to shoot the stained glass was through the panes or small bars of the doorway. As the sun shone through the side window, I captured a top border of red roses crafted from glass. Peering through a lower pane, I was able to shoot the lower part of the window. So, on a warm, sunny day in November I found red roses at Woodlawn Cemetery.
From a stone hand…
What is a cemetery except a world of stories? Behind every marker, every obelisk, every angel with wings expanded lies a story. The stories may be forgotten, but the imagination runs to fill in the gaps of life and death. As a little girl I was fascinated by Lillie Bell Jones. She stands tall and elegant in a country cemetery outside of Farmer, Ohio. The poignant element comes from her hand. She holds a bloom looking for all the world as though she’s about to drop it.
In a garland…
A child-like angel in Woodlawn Cemetery holds a garland as if she’s about to decorate an urn.
Living in the north where seasons change means missing the flowers in the garden. Fortune smiles upon every flower lover each time an unexpected showing comes her way. Flowers on fabric, home décor, gift-wrap, child drawings, paintings, sculpture, art in all its forms, from the florist, from indoor home window gardens, in the heavens, and from gifts keep us content until the first bloom pushes up from the cold ground in spring.
"What a desolate place would be a world without a flower!
It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome.
Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our stars
The flowers of the heaven."
—A J Balfour