It seems strange to me, that I am as old as I am, and I still miss my mom. She was a good gardener, and a great mom.
Some days I miss her more than others. And on new spring days, when all the flowers are in bloom, and I am digging in the dirt, I think of her with great fondness, and I remember the lovely times that we spent in the garden talking about plants and plans for all the flower beds.
Honestly, it makes me a little teary. I know now that as much as I loved her then, I didn't appreciate her enough when she was with us.
It was such a blessing to have her so near for all those years that she lived with us.
And I think it makes me miss her all the more now.
But being in the garden keeps her spirit alive in me, and I am grateful for that.