Snoopy Bonemeal Lotus Food.

Snoopy was cremated at the local Zen temple and her urn has been in the house with fresh flowers the past four months. At first you could feel her hanging around. She caused a little mischief now and then. She has gone far away now and it is time to take the goodbye to another level.

There is an ever expanding group of lotus lovers in the town. The pot gets turned upside down every spring and re-potted. The extra lotus roots and shoots are divided up and another lotus fan is born.

We were re-potting the two pots outside the front floor and while mixing bonemeal with the clay-dirt I had an idea. Snoopy can visit us in the lotus this summer. Although sad, everyone thought it a good idea. I took a few bones from her urn and crushed them and mixed them in.

The lotus in summer.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow

of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! 

The cherry blossoms are blooming, the indigo was in perfect condition. There were so many projects of growth and life at the house on the weekend. But somehow it wasn't sad to meet Snoopy on such a beautiful day. She was a sublime piece of art ol' Snooperoo. She was. Like Hamlet.

 The stage is littered with bodies in the last scene but we feel uplifted not depressed. The presence of great art uplifts. 

And Geiger came to pay his last respects and smell the incense in tribute to his predecessor and friend. 

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