|Rosemary in Lillooet, 14 June 2020, Photograph Ale Waterhouse-Hayward|
Because I was raised in American schools in Argentina, Mexico and Austin, Texas I grew up with the awareness of American holidays like Valentine’s Day and Halloween.
In the 8th grade in a small school in Nueva Rosita, Coahuila, where my mother was our teacher, I fell for a girl in the 7th grade called Ana María Ramos. She did send me a Valentine.
It would seem that the only Valentine card I ever sent is this one.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I am alone with two cats and nobody has called or emailed. It is a lonely Valentine with no possible pleasure of dining with my Rosemary at a fine restaurant and then indulging in bedside shenanigans.
Thus I have lots of spare time to reflect on the meaning of the holiday without the help of chocolates.
Google has a banner today in pink. Pink seems to be today’s colour. I believe that pink is supposed to be a blend between the passion of red and the purity of white.
My Rosemary rarely wore red and loved white in the garden. She tolerated and then loved deep red roses. She did not like all of my pink roses.
When I saw a single bloom of Camellia sasanqua ‘Yuletide’ today I instantly was reminded of Rosemary and how she loved this plant.
|Camellia sasanqua 'Yuletide' 14 February 2023|
The presence of the pig Valentín (a very large piggy bank from Mexico) is here because my eldest daughter’s godmother Rosa Velia gave it to her. Alexandra has yet to claim it and take it home to Lillooet.