I see my Mom as I read this tonight. She died from Alzheimer’s Christmas Eve 2019. I had Queen Ann’s Lace come up unexpectedly at the end of my courtyard. I thought it was a gift from the birds. Now perhaps it was my Mom.. or even a collaborative effort between both worlds.
Thank you so much for sharing your gift. The flowers have definitely spoken to me tonight🤍
Such a lovely embodiment woven with these beautiful flowers. I love to hear of your perspective and connection with them, and see how they come alive in my own interactions with them. Deeply enriching. Seeing their stories and innate aliveness. <3
So true of the innocence and humble joy shown by flowers. To intentionally plant flowers to bring them nearer is our joy, as is seeing our mothers return to a sort of innocence. Thanks for this post.
This is heady, wondrous writing, Mary! I grew up with Queen’s Anne Lace along the rural roads of Michigan. In later years, , and in other places, they were a friendly, familiar face. A comfort and
This is so touching Mary. My mother had Alz. and although in her final days, did not *know me, I somehow felt she knew me deeply. And, reading your words makes me think perhaps I didn't give her much chance to share all the knowledge she had and probably she so wanted to. I'm going to begin inviting her in to my life....even now.
Beautiful! Queen Anne's Lace always reminds me of my grandmother and taking the long, gravel walk towards her mailbox with her. She liked to point out the wildflowers on the side.
I see my Mom as I read this tonight. She died from Alzheimer’s Christmas Eve 2019. I had Queen Ann’s Lace come up unexpectedly at the end of my courtyard. I thought it was a gift from the birds. Now perhaps it was my Mom.. or even a collaborative effort between both worlds.
Thank you so much for sharing your gift. The flowers have definitely spoken to me tonight🤍
Such a lovely embodiment woven with these beautiful flowers. I love to hear of your perspective and connection with them, and see how they come alive in my own interactions with them. Deeply enriching. Seeing their stories and innate aliveness. <3
Beautiful piece - thank you!
So true of the innocence and humble joy shown by flowers. To intentionally plant flowers to bring them nearer is our joy, as is seeing our mothers return to a sort of innocence. Thanks for this post.
Gorgeous! Thank you for this beautiful journey into innocence with the help of the loved ones of your momma and your flower friends. 💕
This is heady, wondrous writing, Mary! I grew up with Queen’s Anne Lace along the rural roads of Michigan. In later years, , and in other places, they were a friendly, familiar face. A comfort and
their own kind of beauty.
This is so touching Mary. My mother had Alz. and although in her final days, did not *know me, I somehow felt she knew me deeply. And, reading your words makes me think perhaps I didn't give her much chance to share all the knowledge she had and probably she so wanted to. I'm going to begin inviting her in to my life....even now.
Beautiful! Queen Anne's Lace always reminds me of my grandmother and taking the long, gravel walk towards her mailbox with her. She liked to point out the wildflowers on the side.