Pumpkin Cottage

Pumpkin Cottage
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Sunday, May 11, 2014


My mother was accomplished.
Fearless. Honorable.  Faithful.

She sheared wool and spun wool.
She baked bread in a "pizza-type" oven, wood,
no thermostat.   She could feel the right

Sewed, embroidered, cross-stitched ,crocheted,
and knitted like a master. Homemaker extraordinaire.

Her thumb was GREEN. Collected seeds and cuttings
made up her garden.  Gardening in urban
environments before it was fashionable.

Strong. She loved us.  Five children all born
at home with a midwife.
Mother cared for my father and sister until
their passing.

Weeds were transformed into exquisite bouquets.

She shared her faith and wisdom with us.
A survivor we all turned to her for strength.

If Roses Grow in Heaven Lord

If roses grow in Heaven Lord 
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday,
But there is an ache within my heart
That will never go away.


  1. How lovely my friend...your mom sounds like she was a wonderful lady. Thank you for taking the time to comment on my blog about roses and sending me the link. I found one today I just adore and it is now planted in my garden....You may know it...it is a David Austin rose called The Generous Gardener...can't wait to see it's blooms! Hugs. xoxo

  2. Koralee,
    Oh my goodness, Generous Gardener is a beautiful rose. It definitely reminds me of Cecile Brunner. Hopefully, you will be able share when Generous is in full bloom. xxxooo e


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