It snowed again today in Kansas City. Imagine that. Not too much this time, but added to this week's accumulation, most the city is white, and spring seems far away. So imagine my delight in finding, at the Westport Sun Fresh this afternoon, daffodils for sale, 10 for $2.99, and the very young woman working in "Floral" even gave me some of that magic powder stuff to make them last longer. When I was little, I learned to call these Easter flowers, (of course in southern Illinois speak it was "Easter flars") and sometimes, when I am not thinking, still do today. I love daffodils. I tried to find them to decorate tables at my 50th birthday party two years ago, but they are hard to come by in December. I have two paintings of Easter flars in my bedroom of the apartment, though my bedroom is also my living room. I also have some fake Easter flars in a big vase (did you know that many craft stores that sell artificial flowers only keep daffodils in season??? That you can't get them anytime but spring? Doesn't that somehow discount the value of artificial flowers...and just now, that Bobby Darrin song is playing in my head, "she made artificial flowers, artificial flowers, made from Annie's despair"...a very sad song, but one that made the charts, I think). Anyway, it's great having daffodils, Easter flars, real Easter Flars even before Lent begins. I believe this must be Transfiguration Sunday, for us Protestants, at least. Seeing Jesus again in all his glory, teaching us with the disciples that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet...Easter flars for me sing that same song...we liturgical ones may be saying good bye to Alleluias this coming week until the Paschal Feast, but we're just kidding ourselves in a way...cause we know Jesus has risen and no matter how well we live out the passion and the pain and the Lenten journey the next several weeks, we know what kind of flowers will bloom in the end and it ain't no artificial flowers, is it??? I think heaven must be full of daffodils with bright yellow petals, and little jonquils and that sweet aroma of spring. And I can almost see Clinton and Lucille Cox, with their oldest daughter and their parents standing in that field, with the lift of the late April breeze in their hair, telling jokes and playing "Name That Tune" with old hymns, and looking forward to the time when all the world will flower as the Savior passes by..
Friday, February 16, 2007
Easter Flowers
It snowed again today in Kansas City. Imagine that. Not too much this time, but added to this week's accumulation, most the city is white, and spring seems far away. So imagine my delight in finding, at the Westport Sun Fresh this afternoon, daffodils for sale, 10 for $2.99, and the very young woman working in "Floral" even gave me some of that magic powder stuff to make them last longer. When I was little, I learned to call these Easter flowers, (of course in southern Illinois speak it was "Easter flars") and sometimes, when I am not thinking, still do today. I love daffodils. I tried to find them to decorate tables at my 50th birthday party two years ago, but they are hard to come by in December. I have two paintings of Easter flars in my bedroom of the apartment, though my bedroom is also my living room. I also have some fake Easter flars in a big vase (did you know that many craft stores that sell artificial flowers only keep daffodils in season??? That you can't get them anytime but spring? Doesn't that somehow discount the value of artificial flowers...and just now, that Bobby Darrin song is playing in my head, "she made artificial flowers, artificial flowers, made from Annie's despair"...a very sad song, but one that made the charts, I think). Anyway, it's great having daffodils, Easter flars, real Easter Flars even before Lent begins. I believe this must be Transfiguration Sunday, for us Protestants, at least. Seeing Jesus again in all his glory, teaching us with the disciples that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet...Easter flars for me sing that same song...we liturgical ones may be saying good bye to Alleluias this coming week until the Paschal Feast, but we're just kidding ourselves in a way...cause we know Jesus has risen and no matter how well we live out the passion and the pain and the Lenten journey the next several weeks, we know what kind of flowers will bloom in the end and it ain't no artificial flowers, is it??? I think heaven must be full of daffodils with bright yellow petals, and little jonquils and that sweet aroma of spring. And I can almost see Clinton and Lucille Cox, with their oldest daughter and their parents standing in that field, with the lift of the late April breeze in their hair, telling jokes and playing "Name That Tune" with old hymns, and looking forward to the time when all the world will flower as the Savior passes by..
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