Tuesday, May 03, 2022

Violets Are For Love

My departed soulmate's favorite spring flowers were the violets in our garden, and they were his mother Nan's favorite too. Every year, he waited for them to bloom and feasted his eyes on them when they did. He would bend and inhale their delicate fragrance, then smile at me and say that violets are for love.

When I discovered our violets were flowering yesterday, I plunked myself down on the steps nearby and had a good cry. I don't weep gracefully, and I probably looked like Hades as I sat there, blubbering and sniffling and wailing and sore of heart. Beau curled against me as closely as he could, trying to comfort me as he always does at such times.

And so it goes... the violets are just being violets and doing what violets are meant to do on this earth, but they feel like a message from my soulmate, and I miss the man so. This morning it is raining, and their days are numbered, but oh, how they bloom in their appointed time, spring in and spring out. Violets are for love, and love goes on.


Mystic Meandering said...

Indeed ♥

Beth Owl's Daughter said...

So much love to you, always and always and always...

Debbie Grace said...

Thinking tenderly of you dearest and sending so much love.

Big-as-the-prairie-sky hugs, too.