R I P - I'm Missing You

This is an amazingly beautiful Bird of Paradise.  Don't you think so?

I have loved it, and watched it grow since we moved in to the cottage several years ago.

It was just a baby then but, I watered and fed it and gave it daily compliments

and praise so as to boost its self esteem.

Year after year these two buds would start out together, just little pods,

hiding in the leaves, playing in the dirt.

They always stayed beside each other and gave each other the support of friendship,

as they grew bigger and stronger.

It seemed like they always waited, one patiently for the other.

Then one day the slower one would catch up with the more mature one,

and they would bloom together in all their magnificance and grandure.  I

especially,  found it poignet and romantic.  But, that's just the way I am.

Poignet and romantic.

Hi guys.  You've all come out to play!  Until....

One day -

A bunch of huns, hoodlems, monsters, you could say they were

barbarians really, came to dismantel the little cottage where those beauties lived.

They showed no mercy.  They disregarded everyone's feelings as they

ravaged and pilaged and plunged.  They had axes and crowbars and jackhammers.

They destroyed the very foundation of life as it was known by the people

and most especially the plants, that lived there.  The people were old.  They had seen beauty

before.  They had seen beauty destroyed and built back up before.  They knew the hope

of being able to rise again.  But, the Bird of Paradise.  They were barely more than

Adolescents.  All they had ever known was beauty and freedom.

(Can you tell that I helped my daughter with her AP history paper last night?

It was on the fall of the Roman Empire.)

Rest In Peace my beauties.

I like to think they are blooming now, even as we speak.  In a better place.

And in the meantime, the sun will rise and set again at our little cottage at the beach.

We will build and we will plant and we will rise again.  We will be thankful for

the little things and the big things that continue to give us hope.  Like the fact that,

every day when the sun rises we have an opportunity to start all over again.

Blessings,

Tia