Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Pink trees



Pink blossomed trees bright against a blue sky, witnessed one morning on a walk to the coffee shop. A latte served hot that burned the roof of my mouth. The friendly chatter of my mother drinking her morning drink. Today I missed that walk-my mother was 30,000 feet in the sky flying home. Our visit is over. The house is empty it seems to echo with out her energy in it. I feel at a loss and have a small feeling of grief about me. Something is over. My time with my mother was comfortable and easy, I did not want it to end. But play time is over and real life has to start, so tomorrow it is back to work. I hope you all have a good week. I'll miss my mother and look forward to our next visit.

7 comments:

  1. Oh, bless your heart! That is such a wonderful and poignant post. How lucky the two of you are to have each other, and so thoroughly enjoy your time together. These are the times we keep in our souls for all the days of our lives.

    Your photos are so beautiful and my visits here make me feel good. Thanks!

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  2. I am so glad that you had such a great visit with your mother. It sounds like you get along so well - you are so lucky!! Such beautiful photos to go with a beautiful post!! Love, Silke

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  3. Lorrie, Maybe the time with your mother is the real time. And the other times are lead ins and necessary to afford us the freedom for these precious hours and days that give us strength and happiness
    xx
    julie

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  4. May the sun kiss your cheeks and your heart...

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  5. What a very lovely post. I love the way you write my dear. Gorgeous PINK pictures too. Thanks for sharing.
    Cheers,
    Holly

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  6. Glad you enjoyed your mother's visit. Thanks for your comment about Orly. I really enjoyed her classes and hope to keep in touch with her. I may be attending An Artful Journey next year and hope to see you there. Missed you at ArtFest.

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  7. sounds like a great visit my love....sounds like you were grown up and enjoyed your mother's company instead of being the 'good daughter' that we fall into so easily. a bit of grief? understandable... now celebrate yourself!!!

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