This is one of my mother's gardens. I know it is hers because it has her personal stamp. There are carnations, pansies, daisies, cosmos...all the cottage flowers I have in my own garden still. Gardening is what sustained her in the many years she cared for our father. In the light of the moon she would work her garden for beauty and for food. In the garden she would talk to her plants and find God's grace. True love is not about the easy times it is about weathering the storm as a spouse, as a parent and as a child. My heart has only gratitude for the blessings that were my beloved parents.