If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."*
~Robert Burns
When my circle is complete
whisper my name to the East...
let it float on balmy breezes...
and whirl in Autumn's golden leaves.
See my eyes in the bluebird
in springtime.
Hear my voice in mountain springs.
******* appetite for life
in fruit and berries
and, yes...
pancakes.
Tell a joke or make a pun
and hear my laughter.
Find a new word and be surprised.
Dig for unusual facts and be amazed.
Make a child smile in wide-eyed wonder.
Discover a new wildflower
and be delighted.
Put your hands in the earth
and touch me.
When my circle is complete
whisper my name to the East...
For my beloved brother-in-law & friend, Brooks Juhlin, who died at 62. My sister said this captured him perfectly.
A simple, yet brilliant, gentle soul with a love for and knowledge of many things. He grew incredible vegetables and fruit, building small greenhouses and cold frames out of "recycled" things - like windows and wood - he gathered. He was famous for the weekend pancakes he loved to make. He was also the person who convinced me to "just try" growing some seeds and plants he gave me, which led to a lifelong love of gardening, replacing lawn in both front and back yards of our home with gardens and even our own landscape business for 15 years!
I still miss him. Gone, but not forgotten.