I've always looked forward to this time of year, flowers blooming and trees budding, the grass turning an amazing shade of deep green. The robins singing in the morning and at night along with the red-wing blackbirds which signals that Spring has really arrived.
It also gets me to thinking even more about my mom. Mom's favorite time of the year was Spring. She could not wait to get her hands in the dirt and prep her flower and vegetable beds for one of her greatest pleasures...gardening.
Mom had the most amazing and colorful flowers in the neighborhood. She, at one time, had the largest garden of anyone in the neighborhood! People that would pass by the house, would stop and comment on how beautiful the yard was. From her tenacious way of turning the dirt, to carefully picking the first tomato when it was ready, she truly had a love and respect of nature and all that it had to offer.
This weekend I will go and place the flowers she so loved at her final resting place, the nature sanctuary.
Her wishes, when the time came, were to be next to my dad under the Maple tree that overlooks a magnificent view of a pond and a garden that's filled with her favorite...flowers.
