Gardening or keeping potted plants was not for my mother as I grew up, but in later years she tended an hydrangea bush and tidied her yard. Everyday I remember her, sometimes pondering the things she left behind.
Aside: I wrote this haiku after finding dandelions, the first wildflowers I’ve seen this spring. After writing, I discovered in Wikipedia that dandelions have “a fossil record that goes back to glacial and interglacial times in Europe”.
In my corner of the world, spring progresses slowly. Grass is greening and mowers are being pulled out of garages. Bulbs show leaves above the brown debris of dormant flower beds and above…the blush of red, pink and green buds wash the sky.