We’ve only been dining with my parents outside and in their garage for the past year, but this Thursday will mark two weeks since my second COVID-19 vaccine, so soon that will change. At least, we’ll be able to exercise the option of joining them safely indoors as they’ve been vaccinated for a couple of months, and Andy finished his course a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday marked the last time we dined in the garage, as soon their backyard terrace canopy will go up, and we’ll be able to join them for dinner there, or inside if the weather decides to continue its erratic behavior.
For this dinner, Mom made a delicious lasagna, and on the table was a simple but lovely bouquet of tulips and daffodils. It was a seasonal mark of celebration – quiet in its spicy scent, up close, and glorious in its colorful vibrancy. The tulips have lasted for several years – longer than the usual short-lived and sport-breaking trajectory of the average tulip bulb.
After dinner we briefly toured the backyard and made plans for the upcoming season. Visions of Korean lilacs unfurled, and the hope of spring carried on the light wind.
