This week my mother-in-law’s hydrangeas bloomed the loveliest I have ever seen them bloom. They crowd around the side entrance to her home, caressing your legs as you mount the steps. Enormously creamy white blooms you cannot help but bury your nose into!
We cut many beautiful stems to fill familiar old vases she has collected over the years. One for the usual centerpiece on her dining room table, one for great-grandma at the rest home, and one…… to sit beside her casket as we said our last goodbyes. They were her favorite flower. They were Eleanor’s hydrangeas.
We are moving forward enduring a void that can only be filled with the sweet memories we hold very, very close to our hearts.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume. ~Jean de Boufflers
2 comments:
The best cut flower anywhere!!
Absolutely! Fresh or dried, they are always exceptional!
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