remembering mom
I get my love for gardening from my mom. She passed away when she was 40 and had just found true love. My step dad Marty took his own life shortly after Cancer took her life. For a brief moment yesterday I pretended that Mom and Marty where in the garden with me.
bumps & bruises
Maybe it is my recent state of mind but I seem to see pain everywhere I look. This reminds me of human wounds.