When my mother was in hospice, I would go around the building snapping pictures of flowers from the many arrangements found in rooms and hallways. I’d bring the photos back to my mom to show her while she was confined to her bed. We had a running joke that my photo collection was “mom’s virtual garden.”
I’ve always been taught that when you find a penny it means that someone in heaven is thinking about you. My mother is now gone, but I find myself drawn to taking photographs of flowers. Perhaps it’s the colors, the beauty, or maybe I’m just adding to the virtual garden, but whatever the reason is, when I see flowers I think of my mom. And that’s not such a bad thing.
Please enjoy these as much as my mother would have.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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