Spring is the time that most reminds me of my mother. It’s not the fact that Mother’s Day is coming up in a few weeks, but rather the new life in my garden. Many of my plants were gifts from her. When my husband and I bought our house, she donated coral bells for the garden. And when she died a number of years ago, we carefully lifted the bleeding hearts from her garden and brought it back to ours. Everytime I see that lovely plant, I am reminded of her and the time she spent tending it.
When I was growing up, we always had a pink dogwood in the backyard. Mom loved that tree and the beauty it beheld each spring. A couple of years ago, we added our own pink dogwood to our landscape. Just this year, it bloomed like never before; an explosion of blossoms. I like this photo of a small detail of the tree.
I have a great photographic portrait of my mom in high school on my mantel at home, but her plants are a living reminder of the wonderful person she was to me and the rest of my family.