4. Something, such as an ornament or a figure of speech, that resembles a flower in shape, fineness, or attractiveness.
Morning, All. When I looked at today’s definition of FLOWER, I thought to myself – what could be more like a flower than this fine moment in my cricketing against grandchildren career. The Flower of Ulmarra. That was me.
Today, I have a grief counsellor coming to see me. I called her in. I hope she doesn’t tell me to climb Mt Kiliminjaro as one did in Murwillumbah following the death of my mother in 2001. I was already climbing my own mountains at the time and was in need of Shangri-La.
Today, I know I am wandering somewhat through Grieving and need some assistance. Areas of my life have blossomed and are now faded and wilting and done. Bit like my sunflower garden which looked splendid for a time and then SAGGED. I got in there and chopped some out but there are remnants which need to be dug out roots and all and a few odd plantlings which just might be the beginning of something new.
11.22 a.m. Ah. Now and Then, I meet someone I like. I have just experienced a Now and Then.
We sat at the round table on the front verandah and yaaned. The birds came and the cats. She took me for an elderly aboriginal woman. That delighted me as it always does. She is coming back next week and I am glad of it. I am going to spend some time now writing Faerie Stories for my Girls. First a few more ‘flowers’.
Lets start with one of my Dad’s favourites. PETER DAWSON and the ROSES ARE BLOOMING IN PICARDY.
|The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 22 May 1957|