Well, here's another post due and me with little to offer. Going along okay. Sorting stuff. Sifting stuff. Sending stuff. Combining Christmas cards with bereavement greetings is a bit surreal, it has to be said. Dad had his list ready, though and I was under starter's orders. Never one to leave a task undone, I just spent the day in scribbling wishes and addresses. Have gone right through the address book. Not that many to do in the end, as several were already ahead of father.
So, it has been a cruise-y kinda day, with no rush about it. Time for thinking and emptying oneself. Appreciating the time of year. It always amazes me where colour can be found among the seemingly endless grey and dun...
we saw one marigold flower today... only one ... and it was the eyecatcher in all the gray and dark stuff... and we saw it, that was a little like getting an unexpected gift ;O)
ReplyDeleteSounds like just the sort of day you need right now. I've now taken on the role of maintaining contact with the more distant strands of my mother's side of the family (she was an only child, but had a lot of cousins), and I've been busy writing Christmas cards/notes today too.
ReplyDeleteCheers, Gail.
YAM such a pretty photo today and as Gail said the sort of day you need..
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I remember that task. It was tough.
ReplyDeleteI went through mom's address book and contacted everyone I knew. Sadly, I didn't recognize one name. It was her childhood friend. She wrote mom a letter asking where she was, so I had to phone her out west. We had a lovely conversation.
I hope you are breathing now. What a time. xx
Magnificent and colorful photos ~ the red and green are life inspiring ~ ^_^ ~ The yin and yang of life can be exhausted ~ glad to hear it is 'coastin' day ~ be well. Xox
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A bittersweet task for sure:( Just try to relax and take life as it comes.
ReplyDeleteThose bushes fascinated me, as a child. But I have not seen them since then. The gardens of factory wives are gone.
ReplyDeleteI truly feel for you! I would come over with tea, cakes and a pot of Borscht if I lived closer. Sending strength.
ReplyDeleteLove Barb
I am glad that you could cruise today. It cannot be easy these days. I have been cleaning out our old house where I am finding boxes of my deceased mother's things that my dad sent to me after she died decades ago. It is hard but nowhere near as hard as the time that you are in right now. Sending love.
ReplyDeleteYou will be find, a lot to do.
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Rosehips. Wild roses with single layer of pink petal grew over much of the scrubby foothill country behind where I grew up in NZ. Rosehip syrup - can you even get that stuff any more? You would probably die of sugar poisoning from drinking it but in my memory I loved the stuff.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why we use holly berries rather than rosehips for the red in the seasonal decorations. Christmas cards well and truly defunct for us this year - no way of getting to a post office in time for international posting but I used to enjoy the process of renewing contact every year and always enclosed a letter. Handwritten letters, like rosehip syrup, are things of the past, so good on you for writing to all those people. It's personal. Hugs from F and furrings and purrings from Mr T
I guess it's hard at any time of year, but combining it with Christmas cards and stuff must feel very weird indeed. As I was very behind with blog reading (have put yours on my phone now, hence a different name photo appearing when I comment), so I won't miss anything and can actually watch your musicalisms), I sent out my Christmas cards before I knew about your Dad.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane.
Klem
that bush is perfect for the season... I love it. that is a lot of work for you to do... I am my dad, he never sent a card of any kind to anyone, in mail or by hand.. it is so good of you to complete your dad's wishes.. has to be hard to do this at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteWe are thinking of you often and know this isn't an easy time.
ReplyDeleteThis is not an easy task. The red berries are so pretty this time of year.
ReplyDeleteSorting, sifting and dividing. January 28 will mark 6 years since the last of the parents passed. We sorted and sent and shared. Combined with Christmas makes for some melancholy times. hugs and love, janice
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