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Sunday, April 24, 2011

AMARYLLIDACAE: PANTRY DWELLER METAMORPHIS


AMARYLLIDACAE: Pantry dweller, searching for the light.
I met "It" one dark and stormy morning while looking in the pantry for Springtime cleaning supplies.

Picture "It" as seen in the photo above but with long white stalks starved for sunlight ... reaching, reaching from inside the pantry for whatever sliver of  light that squeezed through the framing around the door. "It" looked like two long - about 30" - crooked
white rockets about to explode into space. And slimy to the touch.
After my initial aversion to whatever was trying to get out of the pantry, 
I sat on the floor and drew it to me ... amazed at the determination of this ugly, white, starved-for-sunlight plant.
I felt like I should apologize for forgetting where I had put "It" for three long months.
I carried "It" into the kitchen and placed "It" on the windowsill above the sink.
Lots of light streaming in throught this window.
Within seven days
this ugly, bleached-out, weird shaped plant became this:



April 24, 2011  Easter Sunday
Quite amazing, right!
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During the initial mourning period after Eldon died .....
I was the shut-away in a pantry "It".
Not able to bask in the sunlight or the beauty of life that was inside and all around me.
The "Widows Helping Other Widows" in my life, who had started down this road before me, had shoulders to cry on, hide-aways to rest in, funny moments that brought tearful laughter (at times when I thought I'd never laugh again.)
 Thanks BettE.
And the wisdom to advise, "Look at it this way .... you have the whole closet to yourself now."
Some may scoff at that attempt to help me feel better ...
but it was so funny!  And true. Although, I'd rather had the closet jam-packed full of both our things ...
the reality of my new life had to be grasped and accepted.
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After "It" is done blessing me this season with the beauty attained once in the sunlight,
 the pantry will be "It's" hiding place again ... a place of rest and preparation for the next burst of beauty.
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I now hope to look for the beauty of life
and potential
in everything I see and everyone I meet. 
Thank you, "It" for the promise of "New Life"
one season at a time.
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I just had to give it a name.
"It"
seemed appropriate.