My dear friends have sent me lovely bouquets of flowers since my mother’s passing in mid-March. Their love arrived in long boxes filled with buds of promise. I trimmed their stems as my mother taught me. Put them in a vase of water with the magic powder to prolong their blooming lives. It was a tender time. The hopeful colors sat tight and patient. Time passed and they opened with optimism to share their beauty and to be the best they could be. So like all of us.
How could I thank my friends for the loving feelings they sent and to tell them how much they meant to me? I created a small painting for each of them.
The outpouring of support and love has touched me. The cards which sit by my placemat and napkin at the kitchen counter are a stack of love and hugs from miles away.