In Memoriam In the Garden
It’s been a rough month here in Food It Yourself land. My mother made a shockingly quick slide from living with cancer to receiving a terminal diagnosis to completing her time on this blue marble. It was a sad, anxious, scary time for all of us. My family was supported by a huge fellowship of relatives, friends, and end-of-life care professionals. We are still figuring out what life without her looks like. That is going to take time.
Instead of sending an arrangement of flowers, my supervisor gave me some daffodil bulbs. You all know I am more interested in tasty plants than pretty plants. However, Mom always said “you need the pretty”; she usually said that when putting a doily on a side table or sprinkling parsley on a casserole. If I am going to transform my lawn into one big garden, I suppose having some pretty couldn’t hurt.
Since I am not highly skilled with flower growing, I looked on-line for advice on planting daffodil bulbs. I decided to use the advice of the trusted Old Farmer’s Almanac. Here is a link to their page on daffodil planting. After a quick survey of my yard, I figured out exactly where to plant my Mom garden. Here is how it all went down.
I am defiantly a practical sort of person, and I frequently got the “you need the pretty” line from Mom. I think she would be pleased that I have a slice of pretty in my yard, and I know I will think of her every time I prune back an unruly shrub or arrange my herb bed shortest-to-tallest.
Change is hard. Changing to a life that is missing someone is very hard. We are still here, though, growing, changing, adjusting, and holding each other up. ❤