I did not start out thinking I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.
But now, as we gather to honor and remember I can see how it would have added to the heady, live perfume of the garden and to the much appreciated diversion.
It was all still so raw, still so new. The whips of conversations –
“…What the hell was he doing on a motorcycle at his age?…” “…He was living his life…”. “…I still can’t believe he’s gone…”, “…you know how he is, was…”
blending with talks about the scents that filled our senses as we fiddled with the blooms. Taking turns with the butterflies, and bees.
This felt surreal.
As it turned out, this gathering in this place of sweet diversions did bring with it a certain peace. For this, I was grateful.
For dVerse where the prompt is to use
“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”
from the Katherine Riegel poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.”
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