7.15.2014

Time



Probably 14 years ago or so, when our son was just toddling
 around, we planted Asiatic lilies alone the stonewall. They
 have come back each year…sometimes a bit
 deer ravaged, sometimes trying to burst forth
 in early spring when a layer of winter compost lays firm 
upon them (read this as the leaves we never raked in fall:)



But this year they are extra special. Hues of muted pinks and yellows, (the oranges long ago disappeared), glow in the  summer sun as it rises up above our neighbor's roof. I try to capture the beauty, the perfect pleat in the middle of each petal, the starburst of stamens awaiting a bee or two.


Perhaps the long winter has allowed me to appreciate 
them more? Bask in their beauty a moment longer?


It is melancholy photographing in early morning when the boy who toddled nearby, interested in the auger we drilled into the ground to make homes for these lily bulbs, is dreaming in his room up above my head, feet touching the end of the bed, teenage body needing sleep….and more sleep….



I do not mourn what was…for that is always with us…not just in photographs, but tucked neatly into a mom and dad's memory. Instead, I revel in what we have in the here and now. What perplexes me, the thing that makes me over-think, is the passing of time.



Too fast the years pass, blending into a menagerie of events and memories, of joys and sorrows, of what if's and what will be….




And even that little green bucket swing hanging from the maple tree near the stonewall has become a reminder of how rapidly our time here on Earth passes. I will grasp each moment this summer and live life to its fullest; for time will NOT be my enemy.



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