My Mother wanted a rose garden.
My Father planted one for her.
He cared for the roses.
Mother was not a gardener.
Saint Francis of Assisi came to me when my childhood home was sold.
He had been in the rose garden.
When the American Gold Finch came and sang
I remembered my Mother's canary.
I think there were many different "Sunnies".
6 comments:
A beautiful post, Sherry.
Dear Chris,
Thank you.
Remembering my Mother is a daily event. I was pleased to have the "Wild Canary", the Gold Finch, remind me of all the "Sunnies" my Mother cared for!
I was tickled pink!
Sherry
I think your Mom was a nature lover, too, with a touch of soft, sweet pink surrounding her.
Such a beautiful post. I love your Saint Francis statue (thank you for the link)How wonderful that it is now in your garden after being in your garden as a child.
Hi Mary,
My Mother, in theory, loved nature.
She was not an outdoors sort. She thought sitting in the car, in the sun, while my father did the shopping was getting outside!
My Mother was a funny lady.
Her pink was more of a cotton candy sort of pink. She liked the pearlized and sparkly pinks.
She did have lovely pink cheeks and she truely saw the world through pink tinted glasses.
Sherry
Hi Deb,
I have saved many "cuttings" from my childhood home for my gardens. I wish I had been able to do even more. The garden statue is a nice remembrance. I have a couple of pictures of my Father's rose garden. It was long ago. I do have a few dried roses from his garden.
I grow a few roses for my Father.
Sherry
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