Foxglove Moments

June 30, 2014


In the last years of his life, my father and I spent many hours together working on this hillside. When he died, the mountain irises were out in abundance, arrayed in all their lavender glory.

And now every year as we edge toward summer, they appear in their simple and unpretentious elegance, a fitting memorial to a gentle and unpretentious man.

Much better than a gravestone, I think; this hillside, more beautiful than any cemetery.