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March Memory
Last Sunday, on a family walk to mark our mother's birthday six years after her death, I spotted this small cluster of skunk cabbage along one of her favourite paths. These curious indigenous plants become increasingly difficult to find as urban development encroaches on precious wetlands, so I'm thrilled each spring to spot their flamboyant yellow -- this elegant, if smelly, sculpture emerging from the muck. More information about this wonderful plant here, including some ethno-botanical details (i.e. how the plant was used by the indigenous people with whom it shared its ecosystem).
If you've been visiting my blog for a while, you might have heard me chat about skunk cabbage before, and perhaps you've already seen the photo of my mother hopping into some muck for a photo-op with some skunk cabbage, And then two years ago, I caught them early March, just beginning their season. And last year, I found them on a colourful mural a few blocks from home.
I'm posting the skunk cabbage photo again today because it's March 31st, a sunny Sunday, just like the day Mom died And I know you'll excuse the repetition, and I know that many of you will understand the long, long resonance of a parent's death, which I would never have suspected, at 30 or 40, even at 50, could be such a continued factor so far into one's 60s. But such is the case, and given that I still miss my dad 19 years after his death, I'm guessing I may well be missing the two of them into my 80s. Huh.
And on that note, I have some bread to pop in the oven and a new month to prepare for. . . Will I see you here tomorrow for April Fool's Day? No trickery involved, I promise. . .
If you've been visiting my blog for a while, you might have heard me chat about skunk cabbage before, and perhaps you've already seen the photo of my mother hopping into some muck for a photo-op with some skunk cabbage, And then two years ago, I caught them early March, just beginning their season. And last year, I found them on a colourful mural a few blocks from home.
I'm posting the skunk cabbage photo again today because it's March 31st, a sunny Sunday, just like the day Mom died And I know you'll excuse the repetition, and I know that many of you will understand the long, long resonance of a parent's death, which I would never have suspected, at 30 or 40, even at 50, could be such a continued factor so far into one's 60s. But such is the case, and given that I still miss my dad 19 years after his death, I'm guessing I may well be missing the two of them into my 80s. Huh.
And on that note, I have some bread to pop in the oven and a new month to prepare for. . . Will I see you here tomorrow for April Fool's Day? No trickery involved, I promise. . .
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