The roses we planted together are thriving. They bloom profusely in Spring, and then
again near your birthday in December. You loved your Rio Samba roses mom. I’m always
amazed at not only their size, but also the profusion of color they display. I had a visitor
in the garden recently mom; a beautiful Flame Skimmer dragonfly.
It landed near me, and was not afraid. It kept peering at me with large eyes,
and followed my every movement.
I like to think it was you, still watching over me and checking in on our garden.
You taught me everything I know about plants. And you taught me about
survival, and how to go through life with grace.
I love you, I miss you, and this is for you.