When memory paints in colors true,
The happy hours that belonged to you.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
In a corner in my house, an especially bright patch of pink
Cyclamens speak winter to me. But last year I could not find a cyclamen anywhere to be purchased even though I searched high and low. So I bought an orchid instead, a Sarcochilus hybrid. I successfully kept it alive and well all winter in the same corner where the cyclamen now blooms.
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Thinking of you my friend. The cyclamens are beautiful. I used to work in a greenhouse that grew them. I never did get enough of their beautiful colour.
Blessings!
Deborah
The first anniversary is the hardest, I used to think, but this year (#4) was especially hard, too. I pray that your memories of your Dad will continue to soothe.
Praying for you, as always, my friend.
I admire your love an d courage in caring so diligently for your parents. Your cyclamen is beautiful!
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Cathy.
Grief, seems to play itself out slowly with pockets of colour called memories.
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