My 91 year old mom died in December and despite the tremendous loss it was a very positive experience in many ways. She was independent, sweet and a very thoughtful and introspective to the very last day. She taught me so many things that I find in my every day life as I strive to grow flowers and be aware of the resources around me.
(sample of spring share)
She reused wrapping paper and flipped my dad’s collars when they frayed. She used cloth shopping bags in the 1970s and recycled glass and tin then too. She always had a compost “pile”, used cloth napkins and handkerchiefs and never had paper towels. She taught us in the 1970s to eat local and in season, fed us applesauce and squash every day in the fall, boycotted iceberg lettuce, only bought tomatoes in August. She always joked that we needed to be prepared “for the revolution” and thus use what we had and make do.
There were always flowers cut from the garden with petals that dropped onto the white marble tables. She always encouraged me to pick any flowers I wanted but had just one rule, pick the stem too, she had been handed handfuls of lovely flower heads for years from her 11 children. She was my first inspiration and my number one fan.
She was “sustainable” to her last day having been widowed with 11 of us and still managed to be completely independent to the end, still giving to the local food pantry and attending the farmer’s market every week until 90 years old. She insisted on continually down sizing so she wasn’t using resources beyond her single needs.
(sample of summer share)
She was delighted I grew flowers and even more too that I did it in such a sustainable way.
As I step into my first winter without her I look forward to the spring were I will find her in all the darling ground covers, the enchanting bulbs, the fragrant blossoms, the tall stemmed beauties, the dancing colors, the intriguing textures of a garden grown with love for a sustainable earth and a mother who taught me to love gently, give back and not to use too much.
(sample of autumn share)
Please help me sustain the earth and her memory by buying my local flowers grown with my compost and rainwater, clipped and arranged in recycled glass, tin cans and buckets rescued from the prison laundry.
She was my original Mother Earth and I want to grow flowers to honor her legacy. I never want to forget how much she gave back and how little she took.