My Mother's garden
allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots.
It doesn't pretend to be pretty only in springtime.
Instead it shows its beauty in each season.
A wise lady my Mother is.
My Mother's garden speaks from deep down underground, rock solid heart:
I hear her within me.
My Mother's love is planted deep within me ready for me when need be.
My Mother's garden is not full of delicate blooms, nor is it romantic or tender.
It is worn true, evergreen, with out fanfare it shows its simple truth-
Blooming where planted, doing so with a grateful heart.
My Mother's garden is what it is...
Noble without being stuffy or arrogant.
The pleasure to just be and not to have to worry about anything.
To sit in the sun and see it light the path.
Why yes a lily of the field has a tremendous advantage.
Thank you Mom for giving our family seeds that could take root,
flowers that could reach for the sun, and for your love that waters our lives
and feeds our souls.
Photos: My mother's garden 2009.
