Thursday, March 31, 2011

It has been two months already

The pot is on the stove, tomatoes and beans and spices and vegetables and wine all bubbling together for an early dinner. And mom's pantry shelves are bare now, the last of her stores providing for us still.



Around every corner, I am reminded. In a spray of White Linen each morning, in the lemon oil for polishing dark wood, in the stacks of books and piles of paperwork. In the work, in the beautiful things, in a meal provided at the end of a lean month.

Her love calls to me still.

Thanks, Mama.

7 comments:

Alison said...

Diane,
It's a wonderful to have loved your mother so well. I love the image of her pantry stores providing for you...

Silly Doodah said...

This reminds me of when Ann Voskamp opened the last of her mother in law's preserves. Thank you for sharing your journey.

stephseef said...

What a beautiful picture. Even still, providing. Dad is in GB today, finishing. Tomorrow morning, the closing. I am sad not to be with him, but there's an element of all of this that he must do alone. And so, we carry on. Sending love to QJ's family today. Two months.

Love,
Steph

Staci Eastin said...

I took the coffee filters my grandma had when we cleaned out her house. I'm getting to the end, but I still have some. We cleaned out her house two years ago. The thought of a 97-year-old woman who had more than two year's worth of coffee filters in her house makes me smile. If that's not optimism...

A Circle of Quiet said...

My mom had just ordered cookbooks, Staci. I guess she was still searching for the perfect recipe for dinner. Another great example of optimism.

And I have enough kleenex to last the decade.

Di

Linda said...

This is so beautifully poignant Diane. It touches my heart so deeply.

Anonymous said...

I said the Akathist last night with a friend as her grandmother had her 40th day. But Jean was in the unsung but remember names.