We had a really wet, cool fall last year with a really wet, cool spring this year…. and it was rough on the landscaping. The blueberry bushes look punky, the rhododendrons are spindly and we had 2 deaths.
While garden deaths usually don’t make me cry, these did.
For those of you who don’t know, my mother died July of 2014 from Non Hodgkins Lymphoma, and it was rough. I’m an only child and lost my dad when I was 15. I never knew my grandparents.
She was my family. Pretty much all of it.
Mom hated the fuss of funerals and wanted to be cremated. Said it was up to me to decide what to do with her ashes. Since she loved spending time at our home and enjoyed our gardens, I planted a tulip tree with part of her nourishing the soil.
The tree had been growing well since then, but didn’t survive the winter and spring. We had to remove it…. and I cried.
Silly, I know. And yes, I can always plant another one, but somehow it just feels…. wrong.
Then there was the beautiful red rose our neighbor gave me to mark her passing.
It was stunning, and always filled with riotous blooms.
I would walk by, think of my mother and smile.
I mean damn…
The crazy thing would even bloom in the snow.
I figured nothing would kill it… and then we had a really cool, wet fall and a really cool, wet spring.
The beauty that I’d been enjoying for years…. gone. Just like my mom.
And I cried.. again. I couldn’t help it.
But I decided to replace the rose.
With this flashy lady.
The blooms looked almost painted….
Which made sense when I removed the tag.
I’ve always loved impressionist paintings, so that felt right.
Fingers are crossed this one does well.
I think my mother would have approved.