Tuesday, November 9, 2010

How to measure time



Since my father's death in September, I seem to have lost track of time.
Thanks to our beautiful extended fall I was able to plant bulbs last week.
When these come up in the spring it will be extra sweet...and sour.


3 comments:

Patti said...

So sorry to hear about your dad. Indeed, planting bulbs is one of those things, the only thing that seems to make sense to help remind us of the comings and goings. The scarlets, the yellows, the purples in spring allow us to open our arms to embrace all of it. My heart is with you.

Anonymous said...

It's a surreal place and time, being in the world without one (or both) parents, isn't it? Just be with it (as you are), planting those bulbs, readying for the snowfall, and honoring Life ...

Love, Kim

Debra said...

hi Suzanne, I just logged on to see what you've been up to. And I am saddened to read that you lost your father earlier this fall. My heart goes out to you. I know those bulbs will be especially meaningful when they bloom in your garden next spring.
love, Debra