|Baptisia australis, commonly known as blue wild indigo|
We had a garden open day about six years ago, and she came with her son, who said..(and you don't forget when a young man says this)..."it's a little piece of heaven". My heart melts to remember that, to know, he had that same spirit inside him, and know he felt the same way I did and know, he inherited that from his mom. So long ago it seems. But now, his mom is gone, and we, her community, weeps.
I was thinking of scattering forget me nots in the sandy soil near the stone wall, outside her house. What can one do, when a death has tragically happened and you are so unprepared for it. Loss of life... can we find a way to make that spirit live on in our garden; grow blooms to remember as a testament to a life and love of gardening? The bouquet today, gently tucked, bright spring flowers nestled in snow...clearly they didn't want to impose on the family's grief. Flowers..the gift of love, longing, remembering.