Friday, April 9, 2010
Yesterday when the buds on my Spindle Tree began bursting into leaves I wished I could send Mom a photo. The Spindle Tree came home with us from a sale at the RBG after much deliberation and comparison shopping. We both liked the awkward looking squarish stems and its plain green leaves. And because it's a native species, it's been hardy and reliable.
Since her passing on April 9 last year, not a day has passed that I haven't thought of Mom and missed her. And on occasion - like when I see her handwritten notes in the margins of my knitting patterns - I feel like she's here with me. I hope so anyway.