Star Magnolias in bloom, and green beginning to show in the garden.
I live in one room on one hall in one wing in this large complex. In other wings, we have the community archives, a skilled care facility for the general population, single apartments for local senior citizens, our retirement home for our sisters, and a variety of other things.
I live in a community with six other sisters. Three of us are in our seventies, and three in their eighties.
So, death visits our house several times a year. But last evening , we had two in a row. One sailed off on the Sea of Faith at 10PM, and the other, about 4AM. Neither of them from Covid19.
Blessedly, that has not reached our house yet.
But these deaths do give me pause, even as Spring arrives.
here’s a poem from Wang Wei:
“O Day after day we can’t help growing older.
Year after year spring can’t help seeming younger.
Come let’s enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen.”
– Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring