These
gorgeous flowers always bloom in May, and they remind me so much of
my mama, Sam. Jerold's
mama also loved flowers, so every Mother's Day we bought them pretty
hanging baskets for their porch and patio. A spring and summer of
colorful blooms brought them more joy than a couple of days of expensive flowers in a
vase!
Sam
liked digging flowers nearly as much as she liked fishing. She'd
stop by the side of the road to get a wildflower and never, ever passed up a plant sale. She generously
shared cuttings and bulbs that I still enjoy today. Quite a few of them came from her mother's flower garden,
especially the iris. I often gave Sam pots of perennials, which we
planted together in her yard. I hate that I didn't get to dig up any of those
daylilies and ferns before her house was sold.
Apparently
my love of flowers must be genetic; I have an old fashioned rose that
came from my great grandmother and a blooming shrub from my granny.
This Mother's Day, I'm buying hanging pots for myself, and planting a
few perennials in memory of the women in my life who passed on their
passion for flowers and digging in the dirt.
Flowers...
are sunshine,
food,
and medicine
for the soul.
~Luther Burbank
