tjandrews
Silver Member
My mother passed away 13 years ago. In the years before that, my brother and I would take her out to the local regional farmer's market on the Saturday before Mother's Day. We'd walk around through the aisles, looking at all the flowers together, talking to some of the vendors we knew. She'd get to pick out the hanging basket she liked best, usually petunias, and we'd buy it for her. Locally grown, every bit as beautiful as the baskets in the garden centers, and usually less expensive. She appreciated the frugality, but especially appreciated the quality time together. My brother and I still go to the market and buy a basket in her memory, but it just isn't the same.
Sigh. I miss her.
Sigh. I miss her.