Current Photo Friday theme: Garden
Tom and I cleaned up and watered Aaron’s Garden today. Succulents and other greenery are doing well. Silly metal pig is the most recent resident.
Here are a couple of additional photos.
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A place without boundaries
Aaron Buchanan Cochrane
December 19, 1993 – April 25, 2012
Grief is a place without boundaries
So it seems in its vastness
You think you’ve left it behind
Seen the last of it in your rearview mirror
Only to round a corner and find
You’re still there
Grief might want a separation
As much as you do
The truth is the two of you
Found a home in each other
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Photo Friday, No. 693
Current Photo Friday theme: Night
In the middle of cleaning the winter’s leaves and twigs from Aaron’s Garden. Doing a little pruning, replacing two plants that didn’t make it. It looks better at night right now. =)
Transport Thursday!
Beautiful Bella.
Harley and Haney.
Happy birthday to Mark L, and thinking of you, today, Aaron, when you’d be turning 26.
Magic Bus
New in Aaron’s Garden.
I never hear this song by the Who that I don’t flash back to Lynne singing it before I’d ever heard it on the radio when we were wee teens.
That didn’t take long…
All the flowers that I put in Aaron’s Garden went to Debby’s to save them. I just can’t…
Anyway, new succulents. I seem to have better luck with those. I’d like to fill the entire bed with them at some point.
Aaron’s Garden
After the flooding on Thursday, on Friday I decided a little of what Lynne calls “dirt therapy” was in order. I freshened up Aaron’s Garden for autumn (a season that has zero meaning in Houston).
Photo Friday, No. 660
Current Photo Friday theme: Plants
A million memories here. I love you, my brother.
Eggs
It was seven years ago this week when our nephew Aaron died. As I follow our various nieces and nephews on social media, and their children, my grand-nieces and -nephews, I often think about the things he’d be doing. I see how devoted they are to their friends–and he had many friends who loved him–and siblings–as was Aaron–and the varied activities they pursue and their accomplishments. Several are graduating from high school this year, as he would have in 2012 just weeks after his death.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by all I have to do, and I have to step back and give myself breathing room. Reading their posts helps, and so does doing anything creative. Mary, my wonderful mother-in-law, sent us all a sheet of eggs she drew for Easter in case any of us might be in the mood to color. That would be me, for sure…
As I colored an egg, I thought about Aaron and his many lovable qualities. He was kind, smart, talented, and funny. He brought new music and TV shows into my life. He was a gift for so many reasons.
Over the years, Mary has sent other eggs. I took a photo of some of the wooden ones she crafted that are part of my big jar of eggs. The two pairs on the bottom left and right were part of a group of eggs I decorated with bits of fabric and gave to friends sometime in 1991 or 1992.
The egg is a symbol of new life and potential, but also of the circle of life. There are things I’ll never understand, but I know that Aaron’s spirit goes on surrounded by love.
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Glass
Sorry to my Instagram followers for repeated content, but…
Back when I used to blend and sell essential oils, I also gave many customized blends to friends in bottles like these. When we were purging/decluttering after bringing all the boxes back from storage, Tom and I figured out a way to repurpose these remaining bottles. He created a windchime/suncatcher to hang over Aaron’s Garden just outside our front door.