I posted back in January about the day I spent at my friend Amy's, planting Ivory Floradale tulips in her memory. A trip to Enchanted Forest this past Friday, a nursery where we spent many happy hours together shopping for plants and enjoying the beautiful surroundings, left me tired, dispirited and missing Amy badly. So I had to work to persuade myself I should continue on to her garden to check on the tulips' progress and do some spring cleaning in her front beds. Even as I drove down her street, I told myself I wasn't going to stay. But the sight that greeted me in front of her house changed my mind.
Amy's island bed,
February 27, 2009
February 27, 2009
I ended up spending a couple of hours there, tidying up the beds along the curbs and visiting with Amy's husband Ken. He was particularly delighted that the tulips were blooming in time for their granddaughter's baptism on Sunday, so the family would be able to see and enjoy them afterwards. When I left there late Friday afternoon, it was with a lighter heart, thankful that I was able to be there and see for myself that Amy's spirit lives on in her garden and in the family and friends who loved her.
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