For the memorial service my daughter sent a card.
It is a picture of her "Plant".
Plant is in her fourth growing season.
She is in a hanging basket that my husband and I gave
when our daughter moved into a new house.
Plant has now moved to another new house and a new city.
Plant is loved.
One is the foundation for a tray scape.
A bouquet of lavender is the centerpiece.
piece from one of my son's plants joined the tray as did my sandcastle incense burner. At one o'clock pm CDT I called my friend.
I rang my bell three times and called in the memories of the plants.
I lit the sage incense my son had sent and a small piece of the Rosemary.
I began the Roll Call.
My friend was my witness.
I rang my bell and said my thank you.
While I was removing my dead Rosemary I saw some new side shoots.
The Rosemary lives.
Today is not a begin again
it is a continue forward.
The Rosemary hedge will slowly grow again.
I honored my plants.
I honored my friend's plants.
I honored all that did not bloom.
Nature is always beginning anew.
Thank you for being my witness.
Thank you for honoring with me.