Twenty-five minutes after sitting down in 11D, I tug my mask down to sip hot coffee and say to the man seated next to me: “Just so you know, I’m fully vaccinated.”
He replies, “So am I.”
That’s it. Sum total of our exchange. Perfect!
Behind us two former strangers are going on and on (as extroverts do). Lived on the Cape but used to live in Boulder. Red Rocks. Acoustics. Concerts they’ve been to. Concerts they’re going to. Restaurant recommendations. Weather in Wellfleet. Daughters siblings aspirations.
Gratitude of the moment: thank Christ I’m sitting in 11D and not 12D!
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Once on the ground in California, I get a text from husband. Have I landed in LA yet?
“A man wearing flip flops just skateboarded past me, so yeah.” That was IN the terminal, PS.
There are HEdGES of rosemary in Los Angeles! I clipped one out front of my brother’s and brought in two bouquets. Hard to believe that in Massachusetts we can pay $2.99 for three small sprigs.
As I type my hands are redolent with the oils. A nice way to begin the day.
I love when rosemary runs wild.
It’s an embarrassment of riches!
I love nothing more than a quiet seat mate when traveling. Thrilled that you have made it to your brothers home .. I’m sure you’re filled with mixed emotions but sounds like he has come a long way in his recovery from the last time you were together. I’m sending prayers that you will enjoy every minute of everyday that you have together.
Sending you all Blessings Galore 😘
Thanks Tina! The strengthening and gains in independence and speech are very impressive. Still, the steps and accommodations that it takes to get through a day are pretty daunting. Thank goodness he has a champion partner and a caregiver that I swear is a saint. When I’m not here, he lives in the spare bedroom.
Dee, I’m so glad you’ve landed safe and sound and will have this time with your brother. It is funny to me, being a SoCal gal, how things look from a different viewpoint. I never thought twice about not growing rosemary like this! And seeing it makes me miss the huge rosemary plants at the duplex, that I planted so many years ago.
May you all be well and have a wonderful visit.
I was hoping you’d chime in, Nancy! It is all a matter of what we’re used to, isn’t it? On our dog walk yesterday I thought of you when we got to a gulch. Moon Canyon or some such name. It reminded me of some of the places you walk.
So happy that you have arrived safely and that your plane ride was not as much of an ordeal as it might have been. I can well imagine the joy of seeing your brother and he of seeing you…and soon, if it hasn’t happened yet, seeing your boys. The circle of family is love in action and there is simply no better prescription for healing.
Your rosemary bouquet is so right on so many levels: beauty, fragrance, healing, etc. I’ve always grown rosemary wherever we have lived but never in the glorious amounts of your brother’s hedge. Sometimes I would tuck a sprig in a napkin, corner folded down to include silverware, rosemary to the left of the silverware tucked so it was peeking out. I swear that whatever I made for dinner tasted even better with the napkin rosemary springs.
Now then, this is what I know about the healing properties of rosemary: It is said that rosemary “has been shown to increase the blood flow to the head and brain, improving concentration.”
sigh, feeling a little emotional for you as you reunite with your brother and sons…I meant to say, rosemary sprigs not springs but I know you will understand but the Virgo in me had to make the correction…
I love that prostrate rosemary, a favourite plant!
I didn’t know that qualifier. Makes sense.
I love the scent of rosemary, but it doesn’t like me … triggers an allergic response, but I manage to cook with it nonetheless … here in Texas it flowers in the middle of winter, but ours perished during the arctic freeze this past February
my eye caught on the agaves and feather grasses … will look forward to seeing what else catches your eye as I imagine you taking long slow walks with your loved ones …
What a bummer to be allergic to rosemary. I’m not allergic but for some reason I cannot stand tarragon. I’ve already taken too many pix of the beautiful yard here. Tomorrow: First Born coming for lunch!
Good and important journey, friend. Peace be with you!
Thanks so much Sue.