It was a year ago today that my dear Mother passed away. She loved spending time in her garden, so perhaps my love for growing things was, at least in part....inherited from her.
I'm posting this photo, taken last fall of a hollyhock in my garden, in honor of Mom. She always had hollyhocks growing all around our farm house, on the North Dakota prairie, and they remind me of her.
My brother found this full page photo and poem in an issue of the "Birds and Blooms" magazine, and it was such a fitting tribute to our Mom. (See the words of the poem below.)
My mother loved the flowers,
Each season brought new blooms.
With joy she'd plant and till and weed,
It chased away her glooms.
She know the names of each she tended
A master of her trade.
Her hands were strong and knew no wrong,
The best God ever made.
She tried to teach me all she knew,
But little did I care
For if I needed flowers,
My mother would be there.
My mother loved her garden,
'Til heaven she did go,
Where growing seasons never end,
And blooms don't fade, but grow.
And now I tend the flowers,
A love that's real and true.
For when I'm in my garden, Mom,
I'm closest there to you.
Beverly Ann Batten Kandrick
I miss you, Mom!