My grandmother always relished in the newness of spring. She seemed to become a new person, like the crocus and daffodils pushing through the cold soil. She always seemed to be most beautiful in the light of early March. She entered and exited the world with those early spring blooms.
What a wonderful tribute! It’s not about wealth or fame or stuff. It’s about what we leave behind. Like our Pastor said, he never saw a hearse pulling a UHaul at any funeral he has been to!! Neither have I. I have been blessed to have wonderful parents and grandparents who are all rejoicing in heaven! Thanks so much for sharing!
Beautiful, Stan. 💖 Sybil’s garden was a wondrous and magical place! I am so glad that she had that patch of earth on which to create her own little paradise. She deserved so much more, but what a sweet legacy she left behind for all of us through her gift of gardening. Happy Spring! 🌷
I am out in her old neighborhood a few times a month and will sometimes drive by to see if anything pops up. It’s not even the same place anymore, but I’m glad I have what I planted here for sure.
What a wonderful tribute! It’s not about wealth or fame or stuff. It’s about what we leave behind. Like our Pastor said, he never saw a hearse pulling a UHaul at any funeral he has been to!! Neither have I. I have been blessed to have wonderful parents and grandparents who are all rejoicing in heaven! Thanks so much for sharing!
That’s a good perspective!
Beautiful, Stan. 💖 Sybil’s garden was a wondrous and magical place! I am so glad that she had that patch of earth on which to create her own little paradise. She deserved so much more, but what a sweet legacy she left behind for all of us through her gift of gardening. Happy Spring! 🌷
I am out in her old neighborhood a few times a month and will sometimes drive by to see if anything pops up. It’s not even the same place anymore, but I’m glad I have what I planted here for sure.