Beautiful . . .

Walking from the garage to the back door, I was struck by the beauty of the blue hydrangea bushes in full bloom near the corner to the front walkway of the cottage behind the main house in my condominium 'complex'. I wanted to clip a few and bring them into the house, but almost didn't, since they reminded me of "The Love of My Lives" and his love for blue hydrangeas. But, I got over that!

In fact, I thought of the clipping and placement of those flowers in my home as an homage to him. I suppose some think it strange that I have such a fascination with this lost love, but how he touched me remains a gift to me. So, partly inspired by a decorating magazine article I was reading this past weekend, I decided to clip three stems of hydrangea and place them in one of the ivory, mid-century planters I collect.

Then, inspired by my dear friend, Kristin, I came home from our brief dinner together in the outdoor patio at the corner pub and wrote down this song . . .

Violet and Blue

I clipped some flowers from the yard.
I placed them in a cream-white vase.
A famous bright hydrangea blue.
Powder puffs of violet hue.

Of course, I picked them for you.
They were your favorite flowers. True.
So full and colorful like you.
They'll always remind me of you.

(Chorus)
Now there are no tears to hide.
There are no more sad goodbyes.
For you are never far away.
In my heart you'll always stay.

I wish I could bring them to you,
these big bright balls of violet-blue.
Perhaps they'd mean something to you.
After all they're meant for you.

Now I remember your bright smile,
and the laughter all the while
you were slipping from my hand
like raindrops falling on the sand.

(Chorus)
Now there are no tears to hide.
There are no more sad goodbyes.
For you are never far away.
In my heart you'll always stay.
Though you were slipping from my hand
like tear drops falling to the sand,
like raindrops falling to the ground
to you I am forever bound.