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About the tree.... (JEM Thoughts)
This is my last post, for now, about Jean Elizabeth Martin, who died untimely and will be missed. I've been very fuzzy from LBb treatment and my time sense is greatly distorted, so I missed (by about 24 hours) when I planned to write a short message and pass it on to Teresa Patterson, in hopes that she would share it at Jean's memorial. Some of Jean's work associates had a ceremony last Thursday the 7th and planted a tree in her honor.
Since I missed my chance to contribute there, I decided to create a small image of a special tree that was introduced to me in Austin. This icon is a Peppermint Peach, a small, flowering tree that is spectacular here in late March and early April. We have dozens of them planted near Town Lake, and yes, your eyes do not deceive you--the blossoms range from white to pink to rose to rose red, usually in swaths, hence the name.
These trees remind me of antique roses, in their unique bloom pattern. Alas, they are also short-lived, only 15 or 20 years on average. This beauty belongs to a neighbor I haven't met yet, so no idea how old it is--but it's gnarled enough to be halfway through its life.
When I saw it begin to bloom this spring--an unexpected treat in our rocky area, because they need deep, well-drained soil to thrive--I immediately thought of Jean. Beautiful like a rose, unusual and graceful...and with all too short a time to share.
So this tree is for Jean. I don't know if she was ever in Austin at the right time to see one. I think it would have delighted her.
Since I missed my chance to contribute there, I decided to create a small image of a special tree that was introduced to me in Austin. This icon is a Peppermint Peach, a small, flowering tree that is spectacular here in late March and early April. We have dozens of them planted near Town Lake, and yes, your eyes do not deceive you--the blossoms range from white to pink to rose to rose red, usually in swaths, hence the name.
These trees remind me of antique roses, in their unique bloom pattern. Alas, they are also short-lived, only 15 or 20 years on average. This beauty belongs to a neighbor I haven't met yet, so no idea how old it is--but it's gnarled enough to be halfway through its life.
When I saw it begin to bloom this spring--an unexpected treat in our rocky area, because they need deep, well-drained soil to thrive--I immediately thought of Jean. Beautiful like a rose, unusual and graceful...and with all too short a time to share.
So this tree is for Jean. I don't know if she was ever in Austin at the right time to see one. I think it would have delighted her.