The glass had aged, its frame of flaking paint angled in deviation from straight, for who would anticipate ordinary here–a cavern of musk and chemical, of fertilizer and rakes, of rust and twisted wire. Bulbs and seed, trowels and mud shoes and kneeling cushions. The glass, though marred of dirt and of defect, set truthfully its calling, and gave way to the buds, to the roses. Here they are. See them now.
I had placed them there. I knew their story.
They were fresh when given, dewy, tied with ribbon. Of tucked card, they were of occasion, for a delivery person had come and handed them to me. Winston barked, and I shushed him.
One day they were finished, and I took away the vase and poured out the water, for no longer could they take nourishment. I recall that I laid them for awhile atop a book shelf, stretched out, a funeral of sorts.
Strong south winds rush across the room where lay the roses, and then began stray dried-up petals to be scattered about, and one day I took them up, retied their ribbon and carried them down the stairs off the back deck to the “potting shed” below. With little thought to exhibit, I stuffed them onto a shelf, a vague thought of using them again sometime . . . for something.
A couple of days ago as I was watering the now dying peonies, I glanced through that window and saw those ancient, dried flowers. I had not arranged them so, or at least consciously I had not. I lifted my hose and sprayed away the dust from the sagging window through which they showed. I stared at them. . .
In a few days I will be 80.
5 replies on “Of Roses and Potting Sheds. Of Death?”
I loved your story. It’s unbelievable. Time goes so quickly. Happy soon coming birthday. Love you and your beauty which come from so many sources. Lavelta
Mrs.Buxton,from the first time I’ve saw your blogg,And then meeting you three, I love everything you blogg.Have a bless and happy birthday.
Thank you Yvonne for these kind and thoughtful remarks. Help me place which Yvonne this is. Do you live in Crestline?
Hello Sis. Buxton! I am finally caught up with your life! HA! I sort of lost track after the holidays and I was thrilled to go back through and read all the wonderful blog posts along with lovely pictures. Thank you for sharing your blessed life with all of us out here in cyberspace. You are truly deserving! Love you and your family! Hope you have the BEST 80th birthday ever!!! Love, Eva
Eva, you are so sweet and kind. How thoughtful of you to follow my blog and read of my life observations. Thank you. Blessings always to you and yours.