Mom leaves for the airport tomorrow and I am already getting all weepy. I can not tell you how healing it has been for family to come visit and give me happy memories of Nova Scotia. Dad and my brother Jason came last year and brightened my spirits. After the longest and darkest winter of my life, I needed some more family joy and laughter and good food.
When Mom came our magnolias broke into their purple majesty and the lilac tree grew huge and heavy with their pinky purple tiny blossoms and giant intoxicating scent. These are my Mom’s colours. They will help me feel connected to my Mom once she leaves tomorrow. She brought the sunshine with her and is taking it with her back to Ontario. Rain is coming once again.
I am not good at saying good-bye. Being away from family is so hard. I may be a little bit of a mess for a while but will someone come back to life in my kitchen, where my energy begins and blooms. I may not have a green thumb like my Mom but I do blossom with a wooden spoon in my hand.