It being 4th of July and all, I dragged myself out of bed extra early, grabbed a much-needed cup of coffee and headed outdoors to inspect the flowers.
That's when I saw her.
One bright, beautiful, perfect in every way, fuschia Peony blossom peeking out from behind the Columbines.
I couldn't believe it. This is my Mother's Peony! These pretty flowers graced our backyard garden as far back as I can remember.
My Mother passed away two years ago. Toward the end of that difficult time, I wandered into her garden and realized how completely I'd let her down. It hadn't occurred to me, not even once, to go out there and water her flowers. So, when I left that home for the last time, I took her Peonies with me.
Sometimes we plant and hope for the best. Other times we tackle our flower beds so absentmindedly that we can't recall what's growing where.
In this case, I planted expecting the worst, all the while hoping for a miracle. And ya know what? I think I got one. :)