Sadness and Joy
My mom died last week. She was a rare individual who dared to dream despite setbacks in life. I was lucky, we loved each other tremendously, even with our shared stubborn streak. I was lucky, she taught me to see nature and appreciate subtlety of color. She is the one who woke the childhood gardener in me. I was lucky, she loved me unconditionally. I am still lucky. It was bittersweet, then, when she would come to visit us here at Chickadee Gardens because she could not physically walk around and see it all. Only from the windows did she experience our garden world and would repeatedly exclaim/ask: "What's THAT green thing over there?" and we would all chuckle because, really, how many green things can one see out our windows? Thousands. We played along and would do our best to identify what tickled her fancy. And give her a much-appreciated cup of decaf. She loved the garden despite not being able to move around in it. Most of my blog was for her and people like her who...
