i love this exuberant photograph of mama, so much - taken very spontaneously with my phone, as she was planting her new herbs of the season. she hates having her picture taken, and the quickness of this made it a good thing for her. it has been an emotional week for my mother, and the smile on her face means the world. she has smiled, a lot. she has had quite a few tears, as well. we buried isaac's ashes yesterday, as thunderstorms rolled in from the southwest. beloved david, her little church's rector, met us at the cemetery and performed the dearest funeral for us, for sweet little us.
so isaac rests there, between daddy and my brother ben. as this should be. mama buried with isaac, his first toy - a knotted rope my brother had made - and a rose that our neighbor had brought her last week when isaac died. life is such a beautiful balance of bitter and sweet.
i'll never forget how gently david brushed the dirt back around the little spot where i had dug a small hole. the heart rock came from my river. poor david was leaving us to go home and pack for his family's spring break trip to the beach today; at midnight he was taking his twelve year old son to see the opening show of The Hunger Games last night. i love that dear man with all of my heart. i've worked hard while i've been here, making jewelry from things that i carted down here in little plastic boxes. i've made jewelry while mama and i sat and watched Lark Rise to Candleford, while we sat and talked and told stories about daddy and remembered, together. i photographed the finished pieces, edited the photos, loaded the necklaces and bracelet wraps one by one, in threes, to my etsy shop. just now, i've finished. it feels good to be done with that, for now. it's time for wine, and my mother. and a good walk around the neighborhood with mr. walter. go take a look and see what i've accomplished. the thread seems to bind all things together. xo