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Friday, February 24, 2006

Crocus

Crocus

When mum and I arrived home on Monday after saying goodbye to dad, we sat quietly at the dining room table and looked out over the garden – dad’s pride and joy. Mum noticed a yellow crocus tentatively emerging from the lawn and she exclaimed "oh the crocus has come out for your dad today", it was a moving moment. Dad’s passion for many years was his garden and he had a special knack for nurturing any type of plant from seed or cutting and he had a knack for nurturing me in our family. He especially loved spring flowers, signs of new life.
I found this quote from Patience Strong:
"The Yellow Crocus
The first to come: The yellow crocus thrusting boldly up – as if to catch and hold the sunlight in its painted cup. The first one out to shout a salutation of good cheer, making haste to show itself before the rest appear…For soon will come the other members of the family – robed in deepest purple, palest mauve and ivory – and dazzled by their beauty we’ll forget to say goodbye – to the first that took the risk and braved the wintry sky"

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