I always liked lilac. Back in my childhood, I remember walking the narrow path to church that was lined with lilac bushes. I have always loved the smell, as well as the look of the plant. It’s that time of year and lilac is blooming right now. So far I have seen shades of white, blue, and purple. I got to collect three small branches from a bush on public land yesterday, and placed them in a vase on my window sill. Soon the air and the room was filled with the fragrance of this intense smelling plant. I loved it, but my allergy game was strong this morning and I could hardly breathe. I eventually had to move the flowers into a different room and not entirely sure if it was my beloved lilac that is to blame for all of it. Patio furniture and even the streets are covered with fine yellow pollen dust. Most everybody is complaining about some ailment, ranging from a runny nose to itchy eyes or ears. Despite of it all and no matter the cause, lilac still remains one of my favorite and is such a romantic little plant. Doesn’t this scene look fairytale like?
As the north winds blow, temperatures have cooled off a bit. The sky is looking mostly cloudy today, perhaps still hiding a later April shower. The wind seemed to have carried along all the allergies of the blooming plants and fields, and I woke up congested and sneezing. My eyes and ears itch a bit, and my throat feels slightly sore as if I had a cold. It’s not as bad as in the states, but the pollen count is elevated and for sure to blame for the way I feel today. I slept better though and was happy to find a bamboo pillow at the store yesterday. I had a kink in my neck for the past two days, painful and forcing me to do the whole body turn because I couldn’t turn to the right. Don’t you just hate it when this happens? Always makes me feel like a robot. Today is a 100% improved, and I only feel a little pain that is left. I should be as good as new by tomorrow. Ah, the pains of getting old huh?
I hope this wind is stopping soon because I need to replant this beauty. It has gotten so big, and although I love waking up to it’s sight on my window sill, I know that it would bring just as much joy on the balcony while sipping my morning coffee. I think I want to get one for Mom when I have another chance. I always bring her flowers and she always holds on to them for the very last moment. Even if they start to look sad and I want to throw them out, she begs for them to stay just another day. Perhaps I will start to press one flower from each bouquet for her. This way she will always have a reminder that can bring joy at later times.
Mom’s plant with the feather I found last year.
I added another plant to my care. Another fragrant addition that smells just as pretty as the first one, and I have two lovely plants now. Muscari immediately caught my attention, before I knew it’s name, and I loved the bell shaped blooms and blue color right away. Less than an Euro later, she was mine to take home. In the car, I noticed her name “Muscari – Blue Magic” and I couldn’t have been more tickled. Without knowing it, I had bought myself a little magic. And without realizing it at first, this plants meaning intensified just a little more.
I’m in love with this beauty and the meaning her name has for me. Who couldn’t use a little magic in their day?
I bought flowers for Mom the other day, and immediately thought of her once I saw the bright bouquet. Plants and flowers speak a language all of their own and I will make it a point to enjoy them even more. It’s always the little things, that have the biggest impact, remember? I don’t remember the last time I bought flowers for Mom and that’s my point exactly. Maybe we all could take a moment and bring added joy this way to someone. Mom smiled and loved her bouquet. I know she will be studying it today, and her gaze will wander back to the arrangement while I can’t be with her. I know it has meaning to her, and therefore it becomes meaningful to me. What a wonderful way to let flowers do the talking in an old fashioned, proven way.
Some of the wild horses came to town today and I was allowed within a few feet and closer as seen in this picture. 💙
I’ve been looking at pictures that I previously shot to get a sense of calm, but it’s not working and instead I took some aspirin. The words fail me tonight as I schedule this post for tomorrow morning. Mom will be at home by then, after refusing rehabilitation and being unable to walk. Plus she doesn’t need a walker, even though she fell prior to losing her big toe. The wound is not even healed and she won’t elevate her foot once at home, it’s impossible to stay calm and not worry. I already hate the feeling and trust me that I use the word hate very seldom. I believe it’s a very strong word and I would much rather say that I greatly dislike something, instead of hating it, but I’m past the point of dislike and maybe despise is a closer fit. She needs help and I will be there, but her inconsideration and placing worry upon everybody else for selfish and stubborn reasons is really something else. She has been independent for decades and so have I….what or who is going to give here? I know the answer, I just pray for strengths to tolerate her uncompromising and my way or the highway attitude. Geeee….