“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― L.M. Montgomery
When my parents were living independently, I started an annual tradition with mom on Mother’s Day.
I would go to a local greenhouse and buy a large, beautiful potted geranium in the brightest color possible for the woman who gave me life. Fuchsia was a favorite color, but red came in second.
The geranium always thrived through the summer and in September or October, dad would take the potted plant to Franciscan Court, a retirement community for Catholic nuns. One of the sisters there had a green thumb and continued to take care of it through the winter months and for the rest of its life.
Once mom and dad moved into assisted living, the tradition ended and that made me a little sad. My brother and I would give them a potted plant or a bouquet of flowers for special occasions, but they didn’t have room for too many extras and I missed the annual geranium selection and purchase.
The spring brought back these memories when two of my neighbors decided on geraniums as part of their patio garden. They get more sun than I, and don’t have to worry about the presence of a cat (geraniums are toxic to the feline species). Gibbs will admire the flowers from afar and I can pretend to have a piece of my mother close by.
I miss both of my parents, but can always sit in and enjoy the memories that are never forgotten. Dad was an excellent gardener and mom enjoyed the fruits, vegetables and flowers of his labor, but there was always room for a big blooming geranium from their daughter on Mother’s Day.
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