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| Bougainvillea glabra 24 October 2026 |
Some might say that I am obsessive about missing my Rosemary
who died 6 years ago. As I see it they don’t understand what it is like to have
been married for 52 years. In all aspects she was my intellectual equal except she was better at finances.
I noticed today that her Bougainvillea glabra that she
planted in a pot was in bloom. It has been in my bedroom since she died 6 years
ago.
Both of us were not religious but we did believe in a life
spark or force. When I photographed my family I always had my camera close and
at eye level and I would ask them to look into the lens. Somehow in those eyes
that stare at me in so many framed photographs in my house walls, I can
recognize that unique spirit or Platonic essence drawing me into them.
Rosemary and I both believed that when one of our cats would
die we would immediately get a new (middle-aged) one. We both thought that
something of the dead cat transferred into the new one. The new cat had something
of the old cat in him (or her).
To this I can now add how melancholic I get when I look at
some of her perennials still blooming in my fall garden. Are they Rosemary
sparks beckoning me?
And so these little bougainvillea blooms have a little bit
of Rosemary’s spirit, soul or spark.
I can sense her in them. And I cry.