Twenty-two years ago, when my mother died, my staff gifted me with this hydrangea.
Every year when it blooms it reminds me of her and of them and especially of their kindness.
It has never failed to bloom and its beauty is undimmed by the years. As are my memories of my mother...
May her memory always be a blessing for you.
ReplyDeleteIt's gorgeous! And I love how it reminds you of both friends and your mom. That's the best kind of gift.
ReplyDeleteThat's a very special gift.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful gift from your staff which brings special memories of your mom. Was your mother especially fond of hydrangeas?
ReplyDeleteMy mother was a farm wife and a prodigious gardener. She had a large vegetable garden and preserved the produce from it to feed us in winter. But she also saved a couple of rows in her garden to grow flowers. I don't recall her having hydrangeas, but her older sister had two huge and very floriferous hydrangeas that grew on either side of the steps to her front porch. I remember them well and my (much smaller but still floriferous) hydrangea is my way of remembering them and her.
DeleteHow pretty ... and what a nice remembrance of her and your staff. Great post.
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