Mother's Moving in with Us!

Memorial Bouquet created from flowers nurtured in
Mother's yard.

It's been a little over a year since Mother finished the final chapter and closed her book of Physical Self. She's gone. But I really have to say, she's NOT gone.

There's the huge bush of Rhubarb in our front yard that came from a start in hers.

Coral bells from her farm rest in the shade of the back fence, their glow of rosy pink softening the weathered wood.

A small clump of her rosy red Peonies are taking hold in a space that was bleak before they came.

Campanula that crept in with another
gifted perennial--identical to the ones
in the bouquet. Oh, Mother!

And then snuggled in a pot of Shasta Daisies that a friend shared was foliage unlike the sunny white and yellow flower. Separation was done gently and with great care. It's new location was the back yard where the deer can not casually nip it off for breakfast. The blooms came, opening with great glory. And there Mother was again. Love it. Love her.