In My Mother’s Garden

In my mother’s garden are some of the most beautiful flowers you’ve seen.  There are lush leafy greens and flowering plants in wildly vibrant colors.  Hues you didn’t even know existed, exist there.  The trees in her garden grow for her.  For her.  Not because it is what trees do, but because they are proud to be steadfast sentinels keeping watch over delicate seedlings, robust perennials and one amazing stone owl.  My mother’s garden is her canvas.  It is her ever-changing masterpiece.  Her gardening gloves have seen joy and sadness and have touched the soil and shared in the earth’s secrets.  Her hands and her gloves have welcomed new life in to the world, and softly said goodbye to one that left us too soon.  A life that returns to us each year and reminds us that while they can’t be with us, they are always here.  With each plant that she lovingly creates a home for, she plants a little piece of her beautiful heart along with it.  She nurtures and calmly coaxes each tiny bud up and out in to the world.  She knows the value of the sun and the beauty of the rain.  A walk through my mother’s garden will ease your mind and calm your soul.

Continue reading “In My Mother’s Garden”
Advertisements

Polyester Gym Shorts & Losing My Dad.

DadMy dad died today.  18 years ago.

I still remember the call in the shockingly early morning hours.  To this day I’m terrified if my phone rings after 1am.  I remember my mom’s voice and I remember hearing someone scream and thinking how primal it was.  I didn’t know it was coming from my own mouth.  I remember my roommate having to take the phone because I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.  I remember going next door and crawling in to my boyfriend’s bed and asking him to not say anything.  The day before, a friend that lived on our floor in the dorm had found out her best friend had died of a heart attack at 19.  My boyfriend just looked at her and said “that sucks.”.  I remembered lecturing him on how callous that sounded and how god forbid anything bad ever happened to me, would he please just remain silent?  Who knew it would be less than 24 hours before that request would need to be honored. Continue reading “Polyester Gym Shorts & Losing My Dad.”