Today my mom would have been 98 years old and I’m remembering her fondly. I know I will always miss her but it has gotten easier over the years. Just a few days ago I thought of something I’d like to remember to tell her and then caught myself. So still after nearly 3 years she is still present in my mind–she’ll always be there in my heart.
In her honor I’d like to post a painting that I did many years ago thinking about my childhood with Mom. She loved to plant flowers. Always around the perimeter of our small yard something was growing. One of my most vivid memories in the garden was helping Mom collect seeds from the four-o’clocks. I still can feel the little hard round seeds in my child hands. She grew many of those old-fashioned flowers but, by far, the queen of her garden was her peonies. Red, pink and white all stood in a row along the sunny back of the yard. She would tie them up before the flower heads got too heavy and fell over and always they were cut and crowded in vases in the house.