has a wild overgrowth of sunflowers. They grow high and poke through the fence.
A special memory is associated with the sunflowers there. Once I stopped and picked an armload of them. I took them to my Mom's house and made a glorious arrangement for her. Now whenever I pass by or pick a flower from there I always remember mama.
That's pretty much all we really have, is "memories." If not for memories, where would we be. I love that you picked flowers and arranged them for your mom, what a wonderful thing to do. I also love that bottle they are in. Very nice post gemma.
ReplyDeleteYippee!
ReplyDeletefor sunflowers
for remembering your mama
for sharing it all
:-)
isn't life grand!
{{PS--yes
wildwoman,
there is a light inside you
shining through and through }}
What a great "vase" for that flower, Gemma. I love that memory of your mom too.
ReplyDeleteSunflowers are a favorite of mine. In fact this years calender is all sunflowers so I see them even in winter. Sunflowers make me smile.
ReplyDeleteSunflowers are one of my favorites and they remind me of my grandparents. They lived on a cattle ranch in southwestern Kansas and there were always a lot of sunflowers around....plus it's the Sunflower State.
ReplyDeleteI love your "vase"....
Hey Gemma...
ReplyDeleteha ha good to know that u had the same name as a kid..!
thank you for dropping by and for your lovely comment.
Actually it was beacuse of u i came across "Following the masters".
Dida
My mom always loved both sunflowers and daisies. Thanks for sharing such a sweet memory, Gemma.
ReplyDeleteI remember my mama too. I would pick her flowers when I was a kid, and send her flowers on her BD when I grew up (she never got them from Dad, that's for sure). She was a woman who taught me to see beauty in everything - the flowers, the trees, the sunsets, the prairie.
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