green handled shovel

green handled shovel

 

The green handled shovel fit perfectly in a tall kitchen garbage bag and with a two foot handle it laid on the back floor board of the car without sliding around. Many times as I would drive the winding road down the mountain into town I’d spot wildflowers along the way and find a landmark so I could recall their location on the way home.

Within a few months, our mountaintop wildflower bed was full of thriving blooms on plants that took root from a start here and there along the highway. There were flowers in the mix that could not be identified by some of the oldest gardeners in the area.

Over two decades have passed since I’ve seen the garden we left behind where the wildflowers raised their blooms to catch the morning dews. I can still smell the sweet odors and feel the velvety petals when I close my eyes.

Oh, the things we leave behind unnoticed by those with hardened hearts. I can still feel her; my wildflower, and smell the baby powdered neck and the soft baby cheek against my own. As I close my eyes she’s a bloom reaching her beautiful face toward the morning dew as the sun reflects in her green eyes.

In reality she is a wildflower struggling to take root in a dry thirsty land and my heart aches with an emptiness that nothing else will ever fill.

 

— i said that
 

 

It’s so curious. One can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer and everything collapses.
— Colette said that

 

 

(#sagegrass)

20 Comments

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Marcreply
March 21, 2018 at 5:10 pm

Très belle composition j’aime beaucoups les couleurs pastels.Belle réalisation. 🙂

Claudioreply
March 21, 2018 at 5:53 pm

I’m as fond as you can give an antique look to your images.

Elaine Hancockreply
March 21, 2018 at 5:54 pm

This is a beautiful image of a flower that has had it’s day. I loved the narrative that you wrote. It is very meaningful.

Stevenreply
March 21, 2018 at 6:10 pm

Great storyline to accompany this beautiful photograph!! Despite its wilted look, there’s a beauty that remains.

Harryreply
March 21, 2018 at 9:01 pm

A lovely artistic image of this downward facing bloom, but your cation of the shovel puzzles me.

Tatar@Yreply
March 22, 2018 at 1:45 am
– In reply to: Harry

Magnifiques couleurs, très beau cliché.

Michael Skorulskireply
March 22, 2018 at 12:59 am

A lovely image to illustrate a heart felt story.

lislreply
March 22, 2018 at 1:43 am

Your story is exquisitely told from the heart, sherri

Bill Phillipsreply
March 22, 2018 at 2:36 am

A story from the heart Sherri

Martine Liboutonreply
March 22, 2018 at 4:11 am

Une très belle photo!! j’aime beaucoup !!!

willemreply
March 22, 2018 at 4:36 am

A fine and artistic photo and a interesting story.

Maria-linareply
March 22, 2018 at 6:52 am

Très originale et tout beau! Bise, bonne journée tout en douceur!

ruthiebearreply
March 22, 2018 at 9:11 am

I feel the sadness in this image.

Stevereply
March 22, 2018 at 12:56 pm

A beautiful image of flowers past their prime. I like wilted roses, too.

Nicoureply
March 22, 2018 at 1:09 pm

Quelle tonalité et vue quelle plante et rendu délicat superbe
Belle soirée

lewisreply
March 23, 2018 at 11:20 am

Beautiful old fashioned colours, like from forgotten vegetables.

Ayush Basureply
March 23, 2018 at 1:01 pm

lovely shot, Sherri. i know exactly what you mean by “baby powdered neck and the soft baby cheek”..

Elizabeth Buckalewreply
March 24, 2018 at 1:45 pm

Beautifully, tenderly written – and the perfect, lovely image to go with.

gingko60reply
March 27, 2018 at 9:17 am

Une très belle réalisation ****

Dianereply
March 27, 2018 at 3:34 pm

beautifully written. Yes, the things we leave behind, unnoticed …

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