My Mama passed away in 2005, there is not a day goes by I don't think about her.
Sometimes I'm amazed at the things I am still learning from her. Other's I'm amazed at the things I am learning that she did...and wonder where I was that I didn't know these things until now...thank you very much.
I am working on the Quilt my Mama started in 1956, I had to unpick all the flowers I did, because they were going the wrong direction. They are all now done right, and blessed well. I now have the top almost completed, a few yellow filler pieces and I'm ready to start quilting...all of the time spent on the quilt I either think of her or my own children.
As I was going for a leisurely stroll down the street of my youth last week, the sun warming me as I moseyed down the often traversed path that used to lead to home, I looked up to see, in gay profusion "Mama's Almond tree" in full bloom.
It may not be my home anymore, but it will forever be her tree.
It's predecessor was right off the front porch, before age and wind over ravaged it, was as tall as the house, as full as a hot air balloon, the pride of the family, planted by my Dad's Mama.
These are the flower's I hold dear this Mother's Day.