Lilac and Lime

Contrasts in colour, contrasts in life – Mary Bruce

An ‘inheritance’ to treasure

It usually takes a while for the loss of a person to be seen in perspective and for happy memories to rise above the immediate situation. The previous post referred to the death of our neighbour. Although Margaret was retired and twenty years older than me, we shared a number of common interests. Living on the same property meant we frequently met in the garden or at the washing-line. Ill health over the last year made our conversations less frequent but I have no doubt Kimberley and I will also continue to feel her loss for a long time to come.

As her only child and other family members closed up her home I was amazed and touched when they asked if I would like to take over a number of items relating to the interests we had shared. Words did fail me when her daughter said I was “like family” ; what a compliment. Only a week or two later did I realise a significance which had to have been lost on everyone else.

[A brief explanation at this point : early on in my Twitter existence I came across a delightful post which recent events brought back to mind. It said : “I have CDO which is like Obsessive Compulsive Disorder but alphabetical”. I have long been teased about my adherence to the alphabet (even my spices are kept in alphabetical order, really). This is not a problem or personality defect but a thoroughly practical way of finding anything fast from books to papers to – spices, and I refuse to transform or even admit a problem. It is of course at radical variance with the free spiritedness that matters deeply to me, but free spirits are allowed to be contradictory when they wish.]

Margaret’s sister first arrived to ask if I would like to take over the Worm farm ; this had fascinated me since it arrived about eighteen months earlier. Margaret had explained its workings to me and had been delighted to acquire it. Luckily it was given to me along with two instruction books and I offered up yet another vote of appreciation for Google (how to ‘dry out’ a worm farm that seemed to have been overwatered when Margaret was no longer around to guide us ; what do worms eat, and not eat). During the same visit I was also given a Wooden plant stand with four berths which now resides in barren splendour on our front verandah while I discover what plants will enjoy the position.

Much to everyone’s amazement, although the family knew that Margaret had acquired a lot of Wool/crochet cotton and related tools of the trade as other family members no longer needed them, there really was at least two bakkie loads of this material to sort through. Handwork is one of the interests we had in common and I was offered first choice. At one point I threatened to close all the windows in our home so nothing tumbled out when I took yet another bin load home. All this came along with first choice from a bigger-than-apple-box full of knitting needles, crochet hooks and so on. I’ve already discovered the rudiments of using the loom and thoroughly look forward to learning a number of new skills.

Along with numerous pot plants came a Watering can, the proper old galvanised kind.

Have you spotted the thread that causes my psyche to rejoice, or do I really have a problem? Worm farm, wooden pot stand, wool, watering can, …

Just one more happy thought when remembering Margaret.

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