Mom's wish before she took off this morning (it could be custom fit to speak to any one of us, no matter our hearts desires!). Read to the end and find out. (Photo of Jules admiring the poireaux, or leeks, which went to seed, beautifully.)
: to take off, to leave the ground (flight)
: to unstick, unglue, blast off
You look so happy in the above photo, but the truth is I have never seen you so blue. It was Monday, June 23rd, the night before your departure...
It was your idea to drag out the lawnchairs--including the chaise longue we found earlier, while dumpster diving. :-)
"We can lie out and watch the stars!" you cheered, but the sadness in your eyes gave away your tristesse.
Chin up, chin up! Allez courage!
But you shot through the garden, and I ran after you, snapping these memories, "...until next year, when you return. It'll go by fast!" I swore over and over.
(By the way, there's the little green Aloe Vera sign, left, the one I made you promise to take when you ran into the store to buy me the soothing plant (this after my do-it-yourself skin peel left my nose all ablister! Next time I'll consider having the dermatologist remove the spots. Though I really do think that euphorbia peplus plant may be the ticket for my little problems!)
Overheard on the lawnchairs: "I just know the sunflowers are going to open the day you leave...."
"It doesn't matter, Honey. Just look at all the blooms we can see today! By the way, Honey, if you post my picture please tell everyone that Karen in Phoenix gave me this dress! She would be so please to see how it looks."
"I will Mom, I promise. And it looks beautiful on you." (Sniff. Sniff.)
"Keep your eyes on the horizon, Honey, and never ever look back!"
"OK, Mom. And is there anything else you'd like to say before you leave?"
"Keep building your garden!"
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I will, Mom. I'll do my best to keep busy with a valorisant pursuit, one I can share with others. But I'm going to need your to rescue more orphaned chairs to fill up the garden! So unpack those hiking boots--the ones you pulled out of the dumpster--and leave them here. You're going to need them next time we go treasure hunting!
Post Note: Please send good thoughts to Jules. Her 9:30 a.m. flight was delayed when, suddenly, Air France's air traffic controllers went on strike! She has a long, long voyage ahead of her (now that her flight took off, or managed to décollé, two hours later than scheduled.
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