My mother’s garden allows one to breathe in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No, no, no—instead, it shows its beauty in every season. A wise lady, my mother is.
Her garden seems to say, “What you plant will sprout and bloom one day.” At least, that’s what I feel it says when I stop and listen. Yes, it reaffirms that life is more than the here and now.
You see, my mother’s garden is not full of delicate blooms, nor is it romantic or tender. It is worn true, evergreen. Without fanfare, it shows its simple truth—blooming where it is planted, doing so in a happy-go-lucky style. No buts about it—my mother’s garden is what it is… noble without being stuffy or arrogant. It seems to holler, “Take your shoes off and stay awhile, why don’cha!”
The comfort of simple truths. The pleasure of just being—and not having to worry about anything. To sit in the sun and watch it light the path. Why yes, to be a lily of the field is a tremendous advantage.
Thank you, Mom, for giving our family seeds that can take root, flowers that can reach for the sun without wilting, and your love that waters our lives and feeds our souls.
You are my rose.
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