Just Because....

Everyday I am amazed and pleased at how well my little lilac tree is growing. When my mom passed away, just over a year ago, I carefully dug up one of the tiny lilac suckers from her tree hoping that I might be able to nurture it into my own little tree in memory of her and here it is, strong and healthy and growing so beautifully! My mom's neighbour and a dear friend to me during my loss gave me a little tiny Buddha from her garden which I placed in the pot. I love how he settles into the tiny little pebbles and he brought me comfort whenever I came out to admire how mom's tree was doing. We find comfort in many ways and for whatever reason, I needed this little tree to grow. I swore I would take extra special care of it and so over the winter and the cold rainy months I made sure it was well looked after. To my surprise, in the spring, little tiny clovers began sprouting up. My mom was Irish and I truly believe it's a little sign that she is still with me in her own way.

On the weekend, I was over at my dad's and picked up a few precious little items to bring home, a bunt pan that she use to make the most delicious cakes in, an old ceramic coated olive green cast iron cooking pot that I remember her making her spaghetti sauces in when I was little and most precious of all, the Belleek china that I looked for when she first passed away but couldn't find anywhere. I bought her the little sugar bowl when I was a teenager and was so proud of myself for buying what I thought was such a fancy piece of china to match the delicate creamer that she had from her mom. Funny, I knew one day that they would eventually come back to me, and would be even more precious than I always thought they were when mom proudly displayed them. I miss you mom...