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Heather Webber Biography

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“I've been able to see colors around people and objects my whole life long. Through my eyes, colors drifted around people, like softly falling snow, offering glimpses of personalities. Floaters, I called them. It had taken me years to figure out the language of the colors, their meaning. Take Alice, for example. Orange floated around her, telling me of her playful, energetic personality. But after my car accident, other colors, secondary colors, had become sharper, clearer, louder. They were emotional colors and were nearly impossible to ignore. After Mabel had knocked me down, around Alice there had been sparks of dark plum. Remorse. "Were you able to see her personality?" Glory asked, her thin eyebrows raised high. Only close family knew how I could see color---it was too hard, too strange, to explain to others. However, my abilities weren't the least bit odd to Glory, who knew where to plant a flower seed simply by looking at it, or to my mother, who had never been lost a day in her life because she instinctively knew which direction to go. We came from a long line of people who had enhanced intuitions connected to nature.”

“The dining table had been decorated with jars full of flowers of varying colors, heights, scents. Caladium, salvia, violas, snapdragons, or "snaps" as Glory called them. I'd learned their names---and forgotten half a dozen others as Glory and I had strolled through the garden earlier. Votive candles set into pale-pink glass holders flickered along the table runner. The glass- and silverware sparkled in the early evening sunlight, while dust motes floated lazily through the air. The roast chicken and whipped potatoes, pull-apart rolls, green bean salad, and cucumbers and onions soaked in Italian dressing had been consumed.”

“I built a stone sittin' ledge around the natural spring, which I'm calling the gazing pool because it's mesmerizing. The bees love it, too. I often see them flying near it, and sometimes, and I know this sounds strange, they seem to take on a golden shimmer when they're near the water. I planted some ferns at the pool, too, because some believe ferns represent magic, and it sure feels magical out there to me.”

“Aunt Glory mentioned that you weren't able to see Emme's true colors, so you don't know what she's like deep down." I recalled the look in Emme's eyes last night while we stood in the garage. "I know enough to know she's not going to steal my silver." Mama's voice rose. "You're being narrow-minded." "Me?" I snapped, suddenly hurting all over. "I think that phrase better suits you right now.”

“This neighborhood was special, buzzing with charm, but not everyone could feel it. From flowers that sometimes bloomed out of season to the barely perceptible tremors underfoot to the gazing pool. Especially the gazing pool. Although almost everyone had heard tales of what the gazing pool had to offer, not everyone who sat on its stone ledge experienced its enchantment. It seemed to reveal itself only to those who truly felt a connection to nature.”

“Doesn't it seem like the thin green stems won't be strong enough to hold its heavy flower cluster? But it is stronger than it looks. See all the tiny white flowers? There has to be at least a hundred individual flowers in every cluster, each with four petals, and some are even tinted with pale-pink dots, like they're trying to set themselves apart from the others. They're so pretty it's hard to believe they're even real. They're hydrangeas and are believed to represent heartfelt feelings, persistence, and thankfulness for being accepted.”

“The shelves were filled with baskets of goodies, and mason jars had been loaded with beautiful honey lollipops, their amber color almost translucent. There were tiered trays full of boxed cake slices and stunning cupcakes topped with playful fondant bees, clear packaging showing all the delight inside. An old tobacco basket on the countertop was brimming with sugar cookie sandwiches filled with various types of frosting.”

“Peonies are a gift from the heavens above. I mean, just look at this flower, so big and round. The ruffled petals that look like they belong on a ball gown? Absolute perfection. That scent? It always reminds me of rose and jasmine. I sell these stems at the Sweetplace, but there's no better place for them than in a wedding bouquet, since peonies represent a happy marriage and a happy life. Mix them with some good stock in a bouquet, and well, you're kicking married life off right.”