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Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak
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3 years ago on this very day, our friend Namaste lost a long battle with the disease she had been fighting since 2013.
Oak has always been associated with her for a number of reasons, so today Burgundy and I planted several dozen acorns in our area.
We have planted so many because their survival rate will be ..um, very low.
(in general, it is better to plant acorns in the fall, but we had to do it today, uh. It was a more symbolic act, of course, than something from which you can expect a profit)
Telling a little history,
I was a lonesome, awkward child with whom other children did not want to play and who spent a lot of time alone watching insects in the grass. Nevertheless, despite the fact that I was not good at getting along with other children, I preferred to be on the streets rather than at home for a number of reasons. Probably, the beginning is so-so, but this was not that bad, I spent a lot of time at the tourist base from the age of 7 and several older children (well teens and young adults actually) took patronage over me there.
Namaste was the oldest.
The brightest figure who tried her best to talk sense to me and raise me was Maestro, but back then she was an angsty, snappy teen with cutting talks and sometimes her scolding me was too much for me. At such moments, Namaste always managed to convince me that my personality traits are not a weakness at all.
I kind of got my local nickname after her. (I'm Guru, she was Namaste)
We were friends since I was 7 yo until her death. Years go by, but it still hurts. I miss her.
A very quick wonky sketch, since, unfortunately, I don't have time for something more decent. sowwy
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3 years ago on this very day, our friend Namaste lost a long battle with the disease she had been fighting since 2013.
Oak has always been associated with her for a number of reasons, so today Burgundy and I planted several dozen acorns in our area.
We have planted so many because their survival rate will be ..um, very low.
(in general, it is better to plant acorns in the fall, but we had to do it today, uh. It was a more symbolic act, of course, than something from which you can expect a profit)
Telling a little history,
I was a lonesome, awkward child with whom other children did not want to play and who spent a lot of time alone watching insects in the grass. Nevertheless, despite the fact that I was not good at getting along with other children, I preferred to be on the streets rather than at home for a number of reasons. Probably, the beginning is so-so, but this was not that bad, I spent a lot of time at the tourist base from the age of 7 and several older children (well teens and young adults actually) took patronage over me there.
Namaste was the oldest.
The brightest figure who tried her best to talk sense to me and raise me was Maestro, but back then she was an angsty, snappy teen with cutting talks and sometimes her scolding me was too much for me. At such moments, Namaste always managed to convince me that my personality traits are not a weakness at all.
I kind of got my local nickname after her. (I'm Guru, she was Namaste)
We were friends since I was 7 yo until her death. Years go by, but it still hurts. I miss her.
A very quick wonky sketch, since, unfortunately, I don't have time for something more decent. sowwy
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Thank you, Lelo, The oaks are quite capricious, (or it's just not having green fingers, oh) plus we planted them in the wrong season, but there is always hope. In any case, it's more of a symbolic act anyway, more like a day of memories at work than working for the sake of results.
She influenced my life in a good way and it's hard to overestimate, thank you again.
She influenced my life in a good way and it's hard to overestimate, thank you again.
I'm the same way, After the passing of a close artist friend from stomach cancer literally 22 years ago tomorrow. He was like an older brother I never had. His death hit me very hard.
I planted a red oak seedling in my back yard in his honor.
I remember that June after his passing, I was thinking about my friend, and was in the back yard. When a common Clouded Sulphur Butterfly with a slightly damaged wing landed on my hand and sat there. I looked at the butterfly just sitting there, I thought of my friend again, the butterfly flexed its wings at the same time. I looked closer at the butterfly, making no attempt to fly off and asked "McMoo?" (His nickname was McMoo) The wings flexed again. "That you Moo?" wing flex again, I literally had the butterfly a few inches from my face, it was facing me too. Just sat there.
I found myself weeping at that point, I was unable to attend his funeral and that too haunted me. I then said "I miss you my friend!" The butterfly flexed its wings again and then flew off, circling me twice before flitting off in the yard. I oddly felt at ease after that.
I would see that particular butterfly a few more times over the coming weeks, Felt good thinking that was the spirit of my late friend there.
Sadly the oak tree I planted was later destroyed by one of my sons older friends who had a destructive attitude. His excuse was "Its just a dumb tree!" I so badly wanted to kick his ass for that alone.
Heres hoping that many of the acorns you planted, grow up strong and a living memorial.
I planted a red oak seedling in my back yard in his honor.
I remember that June after his passing, I was thinking about my friend, and was in the back yard. When a common Clouded Sulphur Butterfly with a slightly damaged wing landed on my hand and sat there. I looked at the butterfly just sitting there, I thought of my friend again, the butterfly flexed its wings at the same time. I looked closer at the butterfly, making no attempt to fly off and asked "McMoo?" (His nickname was McMoo) The wings flexed again. "That you Moo?" wing flex again, I literally had the butterfly a few inches from my face, it was facing me too. Just sat there.
I found myself weeping at that point, I was unable to attend his funeral and that too haunted me. I then said "I miss you my friend!" The butterfly flexed its wings again and then flew off, circling me twice before flitting off in the yard. I oddly felt at ease after that.
I would see that particular butterfly a few more times over the coming weeks, Felt good thinking that was the spirit of my late friend there.
Sadly the oak tree I planted was later destroyed by one of my sons older friends who had a destructive attitude. His excuse was "Its just a dumb tree!" I so badly wanted to kick his ass for that alone.
Heres hoping that many of the acorns you planted, grow up strong and a living memorial.
Glad to know the seedling took root.. and I feel rage to know what later happened to the tree, I can't imagine how you felt when you saw it at that moment.
It's a shame that a living monument was destroyed. Especially that way(
Accept my deepest condolences about McMoo, Rabbi. The story about butterfly touches me.
Not sure about our oaks thou, They are quite capricious, (or it's just me not having green fingers, oh) plus we planted them in the wrong season, but there is always hope. In any case, it's more of a symbolic act anyway, more like a day of memories at work (and work is more like a background for talks) than working for the sake of results.
It's a shame that a living monument was destroyed. Especially that way(
Accept my deepest condolences about McMoo, Rabbi. The story about butterfly touches me.
Not sure about our oaks thou, They are quite capricious, (or it's just me not having green fingers, oh) plus we planted them in the wrong season, but there is always hope. In any case, it's more of a symbolic act anyway, more like a day of memories at work (and work is more like a background for talks) than working for the sake of results.
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