When I was young Valentine’s Day was unknown in Switzerland. I was also ignorant about its gory origins. Funny, only today my Mom told me about it. It must be in our genes, probably that’s where my quirky sense of humour stems from.
February 14 is my father’s birthday, he would have turned 94 this year. My Dad died at a very early age of 39, leaving a young widow of 34 and two children aged 11 and 8. This sucks.
My handsome Dad
I do not associate Valentine Day with romantic love but with thankful love for my Dad and Mom, thinking of him and the short time we were allowed to share together, thinking of her and showing my appreciation and love by giving her something special.
Today I went out for a walk with Roco and picked up some cherry twigs that carry buds (the farmer had cut off the superfluous twigs). Put in water they will slowly start to grow and show their beautiful blossoms in a fortnight or such.
And my Mom gifted me with tulips, the messengers of spring:
Tulips: their blossom tips show the bright colour yet to come
Have a Happy Valentine’s Day all!