The spider lilies are in bloom. It both thrills me that they are there and breaks my heart because I know who planted them. They are lasting evidence that my mom was there and they are not alone. There have been flowers and plants coming up all year in the different seasons, carefully placed and planted in the yard. My mom loved to garden.
I love the lilies, I remember going to the different garden shops each year and buying seeds and bulbs for planting. Then just as winter was ending she would dig up a large spot in the backyard to plant tomatoes, squash, green beans, mustard greens, and various other plants. She loved fresh vegetables out of the garden. She said there was just something so rewarding about planting things in the ground, and watching God make them grow.
The flowers are beautiful, just as the red bud tree’s have been this year. I wish she was here to see and enjoy them one more time.
There is a joy and a sadness as I look at the backyard with no one there to make sure the weeds don’t take over, and the garden patch sitting abandoned and empty.
I can’t help but wonder if the plants notice, isn’t that silly? Do they know that no one is pampering them, or do they simply do what plants do and depend on God, stretch out their roots and reach up to feel the sunlight?
I miss my parents more now than ever. A year ago my dad passed away on September 21st, and I can’t help but be silent and remember the weeks that followed, weeks where I wish I could go back and do a little more, be there a little more for my mom. I did what I could, but IF I could go back I would do so much more. Hindsight is really worthless.
It is a good reminder though that we should really not take anything or anyone that we love for granted. None of us are promised another day and knowing that, we should take the time to get to know those we care about, reach out to those we love, do things to show appreciation and to help without being asked or expecting anything in return.
We all have our own issues, our own struggles daily. How much better, more fulfilling would life be if we shared openly, loved without expectation, and left pride and judgement out of the picture? Sure, I know that’s probably not realistic, but still it is something to think about.
Cherry Coley (c)