All gardeners know the importance of weeding. There is that individual weed, (Dandelion is foremost in my mind), where you must dig out that weed down to the tiniest bit of the root. If not, yep that Dandy grows right back mocking all the work you had done prior, in an attempt at getting that darn thing out. That root rule goes for all weeds come to think of it. If you don’t get the entire root out, forget it, because that weed is back before you can blink.
Then there are the group weeds when on knees and gardening gloves on hands, weeds by the bunches are pulled out with great grunts of satisfaction, I’ll have you know. This is done best when the dirt is moist giving the puller of weeds the advantage of pulling weeds with roots intact all the way out. Exception to that rule on most counts is yep, that Dandy which requires a special gardening tool. That tool is a Gardner’s Secret, right, Mom?
Well, one day I was weeding in my Mother Rose garden and because I had yet to slip into the weeding trance (the state when eyes glaze and you just keep on pulling everything that looks like weeds) I came across a strange fellow. I hesitated. Weed or flower? It looked foreign. Not something I normally see in my garden. I honestly did not know if this was a weed so decision made …. I left it to grow in order to make a better ID.
Time went on and here and there I glanced at that weed/flower and to my surprise I saw it was growing rapidly. Hmmmm …. What could it be? My curiosity began to grow right along with this weed/flower. I had a mystery in my garden.
Mom, for my last birthday, you stuck three packages of flower seeds in books that I found when I was reading those books. I knew the “right way” to start a flower was with a starter kit but seeing it was almost May I took a chance and carefully planted those seeds in some of my gardens. I watered them. I watched over them. Nothing happened. And then I eventually forgot about them.
Well turns out that only one flower actually took root and grew. Out of all those flowers in those packets, one that I thought was a weed, turned out to be a flower. My mind when I grasped this totally took me by surprise and my jaw, yet again, flew open in awe. What were the chances? The one and only flower that grew that you gave me, Mom, is a … drum roll please …
Mum = Mom. Some people call their Mom Mum. Here is an example from yesterday’s post …
Miriam said: “These words affected me deeply. So much beauty in this world and so much devastation too. Yet in the end there is peace and that’s what I wish for you and your mum Amy. 💕 My mum died on August 10 last year and I got goosebumps reading these words. Hugs and love to you xo.” (Thank you, Miriam)
So you see, Mom, this Mum, the only flower that managed to grow from all the seeds you gave me for my birthday, is now in my garden as if to say …
Mum is here, dear Amy, and will always be so. I’m here to remind you that our Love will always remain to the very end of time. When you look at Me, know I am looking at you. Love, Mom
I Love you, Mum
P.S. I plan on getting seeds from these flowers, saving them, and planting them in starter kits next March so that I have Mums in my gardens again next year in your honor. They will be there to remind me you are there watching over me and our Love is EverMore. If my Sis would like some of these seeds, please let me know.
MF Macro Photography/ “The Miracle Weed”/August 2017©AmyRose