Thursday, December 27, 2007

Flower



This December we were catapulted into deep winter. Snow, ice, sleet, and the resultant ice dams. Our upstairs' closet dripped water for thirty-five hours. Water cascaded down the walls and into the carpet. We've been like mad women calling insurance agents and ServPro, a water extractor company, and the trustees. There are phone calls and emails.

And how did I get to a photo of a flower? I needed to think of spring, of April showers, of no ice dams, no rotted wood, no wet sopping installation.

The only flowers in sight were in a bottle filled with an oily liquid. The flowers maintain their color, float as if in space, and never wilt.

For a brief time I delighted in taking photos of huge icicles and frigid ponds—but that all changed when I fell on the ice and then water invaded our space.

ServPro came, took down wall board, ripped out soaking wet installation, and left us with two enormous machines—a dehumidifier and a water extractor. I look at the flowers and know that it is written— spring always arrives.


1 Comments:

Blogger Christie White said...

I am sitting here downtown Boston in the First Night Production office...where I am the office manager for this event. We are bracing for the impending storm tonight, gathering our shovels, gloves, and boots for the crew. Glad we made it past solstice, and the days are getting longer now, and looking forward to those spring flowers!

December 30, 2007  

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