Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Blooming Pink

Chard has folded its colorful tents and disappeared from the fall garden. That leaves kale and a lone snapdragon. I can't even grow snapdragons, yet there one is, hugging the ground and blooming, pink.

Cold weather crops (and flowers!) are few and far between. Single Johnny-jump-ups peek out here and there.

My 95-year-old hospice client complains of cold hands. "Oh, your hands are warm," she says when i greet her. She's always dressed in pink. After a while, she says, "I want to go home."

I've heard her daughters tell her many times she already
is home, so i take a different tack. "Oh, when are you going home?" i ask.

"Soon," she says. "Soon."

Photo from torontogardening.blogspot.com

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