I lost a dear friend last week. We were gardeners, grammas, knitters, and friends. We often talked about our gardens being the places we would go when we needed to sort things out – like when our parents passed or when other problems arose. Now, I go into my garden to grieve and try to make sense of things and find peace. I have many plants in my garden that my dear friend shared with me. They aren’t blooming yet, but they are growing and thriving and give me great joy. My friend will always be with me when I am in my garden.
Spring has come…. here are a few beauties:
Miniature violet in the trough graden
Primrose in the trough garden
Bloodroot buds in an embrace
I will be writing something for two friends on Wednesday, a year since one left, and two years since the other, both on the same day.