Happy Easter.

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The garden is alive with birds. I think I now have _two_ wicked hummingbirds; certainly, there was a hummer every time I turned round, it seemed, even on my deck checking out the polyanthus. I also have some golden crowned sparrows, which is quite exciting because I don't remember seeing them in the garden before. I think the juncoes have gone, and maybe the touwhee as well, as I don't seem to have seen them for a week or two. Today I planted out some salad greens for my deck garden and puttered a bit in the main garden. It won't reach its full splendor for another month to six weeks, when the roses are blooming and the delphiniums, but it looks bright green and ready for spring, with some bright patches of tulips and wallflowers and pansies blooming now. The pear tree is blossoming, too, so it looks very lovely.

Took the hounds to Mt. Doug park this morning, and _it_ was very lovely, too. The erythroniums are nearly over; in a week or so the cammas will be blooming up on the heights, but I'm not sure I can climb that far this year. Next year, with my new hip, I'll be leaping about like a mountain goat!

I have to confess that I felt a little sad today, too. Easter was always one of my mum's favourite holidays; we always went out for a drive, and had roast lamb, and I usually bought her flowers or more likely a plant in a pot. So I miss her today, even though I enjoyed my Italian Bakery hot cross bun (the best in the world!!) and my garden and my walk in the woods. There's a gap, an absence, and I know it'll take more than a few months for me to stop feeling it, if I ever do.

Comments

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Sounds like you've got a gift for finding the good little things in spite of the deep sorrow, dare I say, penthos of the day. I am the same way 9 years later on Remembrance day. We cleaned great grama's suite out that day; she passed away November 10th at Jubilee hospital, and we had to get the room done relatively fast. It was painful then, and it still bothers me somewhat to drive past the retirement home when I have to. Knowing someone else's knick-knacks are on the windowsill is a really yucky feeling. So sorry to say, I doubt it will go completely away for you either.

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Oh heavens! I know that losing someone you love is not something you "get over" (though some people seem to think you can...). 20 years after my dad died I still choke up if I hear a piece of music that he particularly loved. We have to honour those feelings as part of our love for those we've lost, like you feeling bad when you pass the place you associate with your great grama.

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Oh I'm such a silly. I forgot that other people have lost more than one person in their life! Ha, sorry I told you everything you already knew.

Right now it's strange for me, because nobody's died, they've just all decided to change and be people I don't know anymore. When I hear a song my dad likes, I choke up as if he's dead, because he's so distant now.

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No worries! It's nice that you even come and make comments; that's helpful in its own right, whether it was something I knew already or not. It never hurts to be reminded of the truth... and any big changes in your life are hard to deal with.

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Fair enough. I get you on my friends list, so it's not totally out of my way or anything.