So the yard work continues as I have decided to rework the entire thing. Perhaps spending so much time confined to the Small Gardens while I healed has made me grow weary of the hodgepodge arrangement. I am now doing a much more (not) organized hodgepodge arrangement. Seriously, my gardens will never be tidy and well-manicured. Personally, when I see yards like that, I cannot help but think of how bored I would be. I need the surprise of what may be just around the next corner. So, I am busying myself creating "corners".
While putting the finishing touches on a weird piece of yard art made from hurricane donated wood, I was pleasantly surprised to see tiny wood sorrel blooms peeking out from beneath the chives. While most folks see these as weeds, I find their unique way of popping up in unexpected places quite appealing. Wood sorrel was one of Mark's grandmother's favorite flowers and she kept a large concrete urn of them on her tiny porch. Even though she never did a thing to care for them since she was unable to venture outside, they bloomed profusely all spring and summer. Whenever I would take the kids to visit her, she would always mention her lovely flowers.
It is sort of funny how things stick with you and memories come hopping out with a simple view. The wood sorrel blooms brought a flood of memories of happy times spent with "Momie". She and I got along famously perhaps due to our love of simple things. I sure miss her. Thank you, sweet little wildflowers for brightening my day with happy memories.
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