Mom's garden

Last winter, my Mom braved the soggy earth and biting cold in the weeks after C's birth. She donned gloves and a trowel and she set about creating two beds in our swampy, weedy garden. The first was under the exterior chimney. It started out with a collapsing grape vine, a geranium bush, and a whole lot of weeds. Mom went hunting around the rest of the overgrown beds and found irises, other bulbs and violets. She transplanted them. She hoped for the best. A couple of months later we added a rose bush.

Holy Cow! Look at it now!!! And the irises are a gorgeous tan-orange colour!

Then she tackled a second bed, which had exactly NOTHING growing in it. An exercise in faith, she lovingly embedded iris after iris behind the gate, and planted a bed of bulbs deep into the dormant earth. A month later, we added roses. But the glory of the beds are my Mom's bulbs which have burst into life. This morning, I counted eleven blooms. Eleven.

It makes me smile every time I see them. Thanks Mom. It makes me think of you too.