On days like this in scattered blues,
I’m grateful for a flowery muse,
whisper in tones to me,
from purple florets of a glory tree
to blossom joyfully
in healing shade,
and let despair gradually fade.
his colors spoke of quietude,
prompting a cheerful attitude…
This plant was gifted to us by one of our Airbnb guests. He turned 95 while he was staying with us. He was a real gentleman and we often regale stories of his visit to friends.
This plant had not flowered for the past 3 years, then suddenly it burst into life.
I began to wonder about our visitor Ed and I looked up his wife. We had promised him that when he turned 100 he could stay with us for free, but sadly he left the Earth in December of last year, just short of his 100th birthday. It was as if he was sending a message to me via this glory tree to let me know that he is still around. His wife told me that he wanted his ashes scattered in the sea, near to where we live, Sedgefield being “his happy place”.
It was an honor knowing him.