Even more specutacular view of the magnolia. It's standing brilliantly in the air.
Whenever I see something recurring once in a year, preferably in spring, I always recall someone or some people who used to be around me and to influence a lot on me. Most of them already passed away.
A couple of days ago, when I finished caring for the farm in the garden and stood up there, this flower tree came up in my eyes. It was when I recalled my aunt and the people involved in the sanatorium at this place. Aunt told in her semi autobiography titled as "Mathmatics of Love", she described an episode with a patient seriously ill. That person fatally ill and, being agonized in the death bed, asked her "How long should I put up with this?" Aunt answered exactly the time left to the patient. Of course, I have never been at such a scene by myself but easily imagine such a episode has been repeated a lot of times in the era when there were no med or hospice function at such a small private facility.
My parents knew each other at that sanatorium and have had their family. I was born 4 years after the WWII had ended. As written in a previous post, one of the earliest memories in my life was hymn in acapella sung by the staff and the patients heard through pine trees. And in the very end of my life, I am allowed to live at the same place now. I could not help feeling gratitude to it. That sanatorium is not known to people any longer. Only my sister and a nephew know of that in real time. The fact aunt and some patients without any assistance have lived that way won't be changed even if it is forgotten.
I have maybe reiterated this in this blog. It was another moment when I remembered it again and could not stir myself on the farm for a moment.
Magnolia will hand its role over to cherry flowers in a week or two.
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