|Rosa 'Susan Williams-Ellis' & Pyracantha - 1 November 2022|
My state of being prevents me from going into my document
files to find out the exact date when we moved from Kerrisdale (and our large
and extremely beautiful corner garden) to our duplex in Kitsilano. It was about 5 years ago.
Rosemary was unhappy with the move. This time around my opinion prevailed. She had always been the smart one to make all the decisions in our 52 year marriage.
I told her that we had spent so much money in making the
garden that it was and travelled all over the world with our daughters and
granddaughters that we had little money to make repairs in leaky bathrooms. If
we moved she was aware that we were going to make lots of money. I told her
that by moving we could inherit our daughters while we were still alive and
still have money to live comfortably.
And so we moved and Rosemary was downcast.
The first time we saw our house on 7th Avenue must have been around now five years ago. One salient feature of the small deck garden was the brilliant red pyracantha and its red berries (a relative of the extensive rose family that includes peaches, cherries, etc).
Today in my melancholy of a cold sort of not quite rainy day and my Niño and Niña not wanting to leave my lap on the bed I had a look at the pyracantha and I instantly became saddened thinking how Rosemary may have been starting to feel happy in this little house of ours by the time she was dying on December 9, 2020.
And so today I scanned the pyracantha with one of the last remaining roses of the season (I believe three or four may bloom in the next days if it does not rain too much) and dedicated it and this blog to the memory of my Rosemary.
As St. Luke wrote (the King James version) Luke 22:19 NKJV
And He took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.”