In Memory of my Mother

Next month it will have been four years since my mother died. I still feel inept sometimes at putting complicated feelings about death into words... but maybe I'm also trying too hard to emit wisdom. I just miss her, and gardening was an interest we had in common, even if we arrived at it in different times and places. In particular, my mother was active in her local dahlia club for years, and grew some award-winning flowers. I do not have such a gift for dahlia cultivation, but I do like having them in the garden to remind me of her. Caera picked up a tiny little dahlia at the Sno-Isle Food Co-op, and it's taken to this spot in the mandala garden quite well.