Spring was approaching, and upon my table were daffodils and the single pussy willow branch from the hospital room. I still have that lone branch.
I wanted to build a garden in my mother’s memory. To watch the pussy willows grow and multiply. To see the daffodils as the first sign of spring and to plant lilies which she enjoyed me getting her on Mother’s day, in rare colors.
I walked around trying to find the best place for it. A place that was quiet, and undisturbed. A place, I could go and feel close to her. To watch it grow and see its beauty; a special place.
It was decided that it would go in a corner of the lawn, along the woods, and from there it was created. Its idea grew from pussy willows, daffodils and lilies into an area that is alive and blooming with plants of all kinds. A bird bath and small meaningful statues of angels, some my own daughter’s gave to me, on a Mother’s Day.
One day, as I walked down the lawn to the garden, I noticed something. I stopped walking, and just stared, looking down at the garden area. To my surprised, I saw the rocks that surrounded this garden forming a large heart around the entire garden. This was unplanned and yet, there it was. A perfect heart surrounding the entire garden made in my mother’s memory.
I wanted to build a garden in my mother’s memory. To watch the pussy willows grow and multiply. To see the daffodils as the first sign of spring and to plant lilies which she enjoyed me getting her on Mother’s day, in rare colors.
I walked around trying to find the best place for it. A place that was quiet, and undisturbed. A place, I could go and feel close to her. To watch it grow and see its beauty; a special place.
It was decided that it would go in a corner of the lawn, along the woods, and from there it was created. Its idea grew from pussy willows, daffodils and lilies into an area that is alive and blooming with plants of all kinds. A bird bath and small meaningful statues of angels, some my own daughter’s gave to me, on a Mother’s Day.
One day, as I walked down the lawn to the garden, I noticed something. I stopped walking, and just stared, looking down at the garden area. To my surprised, I saw the rocks that surrounded this garden forming a large heart around the entire garden. This was unplanned and yet, there it was. A perfect heart surrounding the entire garden made in my mother’s memory.
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