My Mom instilled a love of gardening in me. I planted my first seeds in her garden. Some of my best childhood memories were in the garden with her. She was always 'on it' and fed her growing family from the garden. It’s where I learned to love green beans, carrots, peas, broccoli, spinach, strawberries and rhubarb!
Bachelor Buttons were the first flower I ever planted in my Mom's garden.
Sitting at the picnic table with Mom shelling peas
Rhubarb and green beans were always in abundance!
Many a season has turned since then. This year’s gardening season began much like any other. I started extra plants for my Mom’s garden alongside ours, as usual. But then things took a turn… and another and another. My Mom’s garden was never planted. And where I sowed, others had to reap. Because I found myself attending to my Mom— not our gardens.
There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every purpose under the heavens.
A time to give birth, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot… Ecclesiastes, 3:1-2
This became a harsh reality this year. She faced her final season.
My sisters and I were by her side every step of the way. She wanted more time with us. We did all we could to make that a reality.
We were so privileged to help care for her. She blessed our lives in countless ways. We thought we were going to get to bring her home— but God took her home instead.
The tears are still flowing…
He heals the broken-hearted… Psalm 147:3
Every season of life prepares us for the next. The barren winter ground is fitting, as we adjust to life without her here.
I'm so happy to have my work, readying seeds for all of you as we prepare for a new growing season... and as I contemplate the seasons and watch the snow fall.
Draw the ones you love close this season. God Bless!
Our best to you,
Theresa & Dan