Well, of course, I don’t want to leave it for good. I’m going to miss seeing most of our rhodies bloom. The azalea are just getting started; they’ll be done flowering by the time Tofu and I return. When We get home I’m going to have to face the roses; more than a hundred of them planted since 2008.
Here’s a photo of some of the folks I’ll be missing the most when I leave town.
This pic was taken a few years ago. The little guy in red has his 10th birthday toward the end of May. I’ll be in Portland for that party. The girl in green is graduating from Corvallis High School in a few weeks. Can’t miss that. The boy in blue is 6 feet tall. Got to see what’s next for him. And the woman at the center of the group, my heart, whose middle name is Rose, died March 5.
So, rather than stay and face the flowers, I’m chasing some other scenery. They don’t have roses in Canada do they? Maybe it’s the solitude of a long lonesome highway I’m trying to embrace. Or better yet, my chosen therapists live in Anchorage. It’s time we met face-to-face.
So for now I’ll stop bawling and get packing. Tofu doesn’t have opposable thumbs, so I guess it’s up to me to get us ready to go. Love to you and yours.
My home is in a beautiful garden. I won’t be gone long. I’m confident everything and everyone will be well tended even in my absence.