Yesterday I looked out on my porch and saw a brilliant golden daylily. Last fall, I dug up the bulbs because they had grown so crowded that there were very few blooms in June 2015. I replanted only three of the bulbs, thinking I would have plenty of blooms this summer. Although there are usually blooms in early June, they waited until August 3 this year. There is no bloom today for me to photograph, but there will be more blooms this week. Their appearance this year in the early days of August brings emotional healing to me.
This morning while looking for something else, I came across these photos that I took of myself in 1970, just after I had turned 21. That was the year I waited for the man I loved to return from the war in Vietnam. He had turned 21 on the day after I did. The photos were taken with the Minolta camera that he bought while he was in Vietnam and gave to me during those months of waiting during which I attended peace marches in San Francisco.
This afternoon a friend who is dear to my heart and who went to live in Canada during the Vietnam War said that we would be taking a walk again someday soon. He paused and then said, "Like the song." I said, "It's always about music, isn't it?" He laughed and said, "Yes."
We are 67 years young and old this year. Today is his birthday. Mine is in October.
