“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.” ― H. Rider Haggard,She
The beginning of March brings thoughts of the reality of the circle of life. Last year I wrote about my fruit trees and marveled at how they traveled through their life cycle of fruit and dormancy. In the metaphor I compare my trees to the blessing of life and death. This year I am once again reminded of these blessings. Four days before the birth of my beautiful daughter, we had to say goodbye to a beloved family member, our beagle Wyatt. As I grieve the loss of my cherished puppy, who bore the fruit of joy to our family for 11 years with his antics, I am reminded of the reality of life and our existence. In life we go through seasons and this year has brought the seasons of grief and exuberant joy in close proximity. Every morning I greet Wyatt where he is buried in his favorite area of the yard for sun bathing during the bluebonnet season. Ironically he was not much of an outdoor dog but sure loved it when the bluebonnet patch burst through our soil in the spring. I recently took my daughter outside to bask in the sun and share Wyatt’s company. While we were enjoying nature I smelled a subtle hint of honeysuckle from my blooming pear tree and it reminded me of my current love for a white grape named Falanghina, cultivated on the coast of Campania north of Naples, Italy. It has become my most current “spring” wine of choice with a combination of the perfect body, subtle pear sweetness, herbaceous notes, good acidity and an incredible floral nose.
Last year was an homage to my favorite white wine in Rhone, this year it’s a toast to Wyatt in his bluebonnet pasture and a glass of Falanghina. Here’s to life and death, the continual enjoyment of our loved ones, great memories and the enjoyment of a good drink.
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