10/08/2025
Weekly Story
WHEN LUPINES BLOOM, I THINK OF HIM
By Elaine Mansfield, adapted
My husband Vic, and I planted many pounds of wildflower seeds in our fields over the years. Wild grasses devoured some of them, but the lupines thrived and self-seeded on broad hillsides. On the day of Vic’s death in June 2008, lupines bloomed with wild abandon, erupting from the earth with thousands of tall purple spikes.
In 2009, after my first long year of grieving, the lupines sent up flower stalks again. They pushed their way through my numb despair. Life goes on, they insisted. Open your eyes. There is joy here.
Wanting to share the beauty, I invited my community for a walk to mark this sad anniversary. My sons planned to be home, so they could be part of the day. Friends organized a potluck feast. I hoped for a day of remembrance, but even more a day of thanks for my friends, my sons, and the land that held and soothed my grief.
Throughout an afternoon of sunshine and soft breezes, people arrived to celebrate Vic’s life and admire the flowers. Some walked alone in the walking meditation, some laughed in small groups, and some moved silently, holding hands. They strolled along trails bordered by lupines and daisies and headed for the oak knoll.
As people began their walk near the house, they passed others returning for refreshments and food. I walked toward the woods with one group for a while and then turned to walk back toward the house with another. I spent the afternoon strolling back and forth through the fields, greedily devouring hugs and love, admiring my smiling friends in their pastel summer clothes, and adoring the purple lupines.
My sons had dreaded this first anniversary day, imagining a somber affair with a weeping mother and an avalanche of sympathetic, solicitous looks. Instead, we temporarily put our tears aside and celebrated that we were together and that Vic was once here, too.
“It’s wonderful to see you smile,” my oldest son said as he pulled me close.
A few days later, I grabbed a rake and bags of lupine and northeast wildflower seeds and walked to a cleared area near the entry to the woods. My sons had prepared this new planting site before they left. I planted seeds of hope for new life and watered them with tears.
Years later, I still walk the trails and watch for lupines each spring. I walk through blooming fields, remember my husband, and give thanks for life and continuing love.