Flowers are the ultimate in beauty, fragility and strength, and like snowflakes, no two are identical. Have you ever dried flowers in an attempt to capture or preserve that moment in time when they were their most beautiful, or preserve the memory of the person who gave them to you? Would you believe I have every rose my late husband, James, ever gave me?
I would lay them on paper bags on top of the refrigerator to dry. It seemed as though there were always roses there. After they were dry I’d put them in old wooden boxes, silver trays and crystal bowls. Containers of roses filled the living room, the dining room and my dressing room, even an old Lalique bowl in an alcove beside my Art Deco tiled tub.
When we moved to our Little House at the ranch, I filled boxes and boxes with dried roses, carefully packed in newspaper, labeled them “Roses” and put them in storage. Now that I’ve moved back to town these same boxes are in my garage. I haven’t opened them, because I fear they’d be too hard for me to see. Beautiful buds still bound together, petal upon petal, like lovers’ hands, intertwined finger by finger.
Yesterday I unpacked a box that said “Fragile.” It should have been labeled “Emotional.” Framed photographs of ski trips with family and friends… even the place cards from our wedding dinner. A card with “James” and another with “Brenda” written in elegant black script.
Here a box, there a box, everywhere a box-box. In some way James is in each one.
Make today a good day, Friends! Do everything intentionally, with love and compassion. Maybe you know someone who could use some roses today. Maybe you need some roses to lift your spirits. #whatareyouwaitingfor #xoxoBrenda #1010ParkPlace #strongwomen #smartwomen #womenover50 #over60 #beautyisageless #instaposts #makelifecount #photograph by @adrianvilleta #book #PoeticVision