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| Anemone coronaria 'Harmony Blue' 27 January 2019 |
After 50
years of being married to my Rosemary, almost every day brings me a surprise about her, some
hidden quality I was not aware of.
Today we
went to Safeway to buy some food. On the way back she said, “Can we pass by
Thomas Hobbs (his nursery is called Southlands)? “ I answered, "It is 4:30 (it
would be closing by five) and I am cold.” But I felt guilty and instead of
turning right onto 49th on Marine Drive I turned left.
At that
time there were no customers. I spotted this blue anemone and I knew I was
going to spend $13. There were others that had three or four buds. Only this
one had (only one) a wide open flower. I had all the intentions of scanning it.
Rosemary
did what she always does at Tom’s (it drives me crazy), she filled a paper cup
with free coffee. She brings it into the car and this means that I have to
drive carefully so she will not spill it on herself or on the centre console
cup holder.
I keep
telling Rosemary (today one of our toilets was stuck and she could not navigate
the pump), “What are you going to do when I am dead?”
She must
know that my worry is a worse one and a far more selfish one:
What will I
do if Rosemary dies before me?