Flowers need a heavy bottomed container in my house.
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Yes, you know exactly how I learned this.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Christmas eve my father was diagnosed with cancer, 22 days later he died. Our family was together, Dad had no pain. His faith was strong. In my garden, my chosen tabernacle for grief, grace has already begun its healing.
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I hope it is a very small comfort to know that others care.
Lovely flowers! I have given away so many vases that I had been gifted with. Seriously, whenever I see a tall, narrow vase...no matter where it is...I feel a bit panicky!
this just past Christmas Eve?
Good Grief! I am so sorry!
Penelope
by the way; the cancer center here in santa barbara collects vases....and people bring their garden flowers and they take them to cancer patients at home.
It such a great idea to do with all those florist lovely vases when people send you flowers!
Penelope
As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us. As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us. ~Sascha, as posted on motivateus.com
My father died when I turned 40. He was the gardener in the family. I began to garden. He was tool man. I am tool girl. It makes me happy to know I share this with him in spirit. That and his love-hate affair with squirrels. They ate his pecans. But as his illness grew more incapacitating, they provided hours of aerial delight. He once said "the whole world is outside my kitchen window." I just made ours larger to see his world more clearly. Hold your memories close. And, as Mae Sarton wrote, "gardening is an instrument of grace."
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