|Senecio cineraria & Citrus x sinensis 'Blood Orange' - 25 January 2022|
moment (besides the constant presence of my cats Niño and Niña) in my otherwise bleak week, is a visit by my youngest daughter Hilary
Stewart. I try to give her a complete meal and I wash the dishes after. She
makes sure (she is the Wellness Manager, no assistants, of the Burquitlam
Safeway) I have all my supplements and vitamins. She checks my mail and advises
me which bills I must pay immediately. After dinner we watch the news or any
video I recently brought from Buenos Aires. Then I drive her home while listening to CBC Ideas.
Because of my age she is the one who is careful about not giving me Covid. She wears a double mask and we dine at opposite ends of Rosemary’s Victorian crank table.
It is most pleasant to talk to a human being in person and better still that I am related to her.
The day before (today Tuesday January 25, 2022) I plan my menu and cook part of it.
The menu for tomorrow is my French onion soup (I now use caramelized onions), a salad, and to drink blood orange juice. Our dessert will be Shirriff Mousse with fresh strawberries.
Rosemary had a predilection (a word I use more in Spanish – predilecto) for Manila mangoes, blood oranges and gray plants.
I would say, and I can get away with it in this century, that my Rosemary was tiny, slim, dainty, graceful and feminine.
In the last century she and I went to lots of dance performances. I came up with the idea that most people thought female dancers were swans. I decided to modify that conflict and I had a good subject in Lauri Stallings. I photographed her as the woman that she was.
Now with Rosemary gone in a century where the qualities she had are now seen as not important, I miss that feminine touch in my home every day.
When I was squeezing those blood oranges I was overcome by my memory on how Rosemary had a special salad where she used them. Crossing the deck to my oficina, so I could scan one blood orange half, I noticed that one of the nicest plants, completely untouched or unfazed by the recent snow, was Senecio cineraria. I looked for Rosemary’s snow drops but they have not opened yet. Scanning them will happen when they do.
Meanwhile I will make sure our late lunch will be ready tomorrow and when Hilary and I drink our blood orange we will remember St. Luke who wrote that Christ when he was parting the bread He said, “Do this in Remembrance of me.”
One does not have to follow any religion or believe in anything to understand the beauty of that sentence, which to me is the most beautiful in any language.