I started to write this as a response to a response to a post, but decided to make it a post of its own instead.
Long before I eventually moved to Portland, I visited frequently to see friends and my girlfriend’s family. I was in town in February of 1997 when a really big ice storm. We were staying with my girlfriend’s dad and step-mother when we lost power and were iced in for three days. We huddled next to the fireplace and listened to the quiet stillness punctuated occasionally by the rifle-shot crack of limbs snapping off trees from all the excess ice weight.
Somewhere during that storm I took a picture of an ornamental cabbage MJ had that was coated in a perfect layer of ice.
MJ is long departed, dead from cancer just over two years now. Which still seems impossible, somehow.
When I saw ornamental cabbages for sale at a local market this fall, I instantly thought of MJ and bought several. And this morning, I snapped the modern, much-less-dramatic version of that original photo, of my own purple cabbage dusted with snow.
I love you, MJ, and miss you bunches.
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