Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. – Rumi
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever – Tennyson
When my father passed away, I was given a gift of remembrance from some coworkers. The gift was 50 tulip bulbs….
The other day I realized that this fall, it will be 10 years since my dad passed away. I think that came as a surprise to me because I do think about my dad all the time, even though he is gone. He once told me that when I was in a job interview, to answer questions as he would – brag a little. In the last months of his life, we talked almost everyday. And everyday he would choose one thing that I did that day and tell me how I had done a “good job” on that thing. He was specific and earnest.
I was not close to my dad growing up. My parents were divorced when I was too young to remember him. He was not a regular (or even irregular) part of my life until I was in my twenties and living across the country from him. It took us a long time to negotiate our relationship. Fortunately, it became much easier before he passed away. And everything before that no longer matters.
These days, my dad is often in my thoughts. I am struggling, trying to figure out how to work with a particular student and finding that my patience is being tested. A lot. So, sometimes, when I am struggling, I think about what my dad would say. I know that there’s a good chance what he would say would be very colourful and perhaps more than a little inappropriate – but at the same time, it makes me laugh and reminds me how I would scold and educate my dad on his inappropriate comments. It also makes me realize that if I could have the patience to forge my relationship with my dad, a relationship that took more than 40 years of negotiations to build, that I can have patience with this little person for one more day.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness – John Steinbeck
Today we stopped in briefly to Allan Gardens to get a taste of the “warmth of summer” as we are expecting another round of “the cold of winter” overnight.
There really is something wonderful about tulips – especially purple ones!
This is another photo I posted some time ago (as in October, 2012) but as I look out my window at my neighbour’s house, icicles hanging from the roof, this shot came to mind – I needed a boost!
Hoping to head to Allan Gardens in Toronto tomorrow to get my “colours and flowers in winter” boost in person!
This shot is actually from my backyard in the summer of 2012. It’s hard to believe looking out at the snow-covered yard, but it really does come to life in just a few short months!