When we made the arrangements for our father's funeral, mum said there was nothing nicer than red and yellow. So when we made the arrangements for our mother's funeral we made sure of the same arrangements. Here garden has several established rose bushes some quite old. After she died I decided to fill her long bed with an array of daffodils. Already she has one daf in bloom with 3 budding and many many more on the way. very soon I look forward to an outbreak of yellow horns yes for her. It is now my great pleasure to visit them several times a day and enjoy them just as I know she would have and would want to.After reading some of the threads in this sub-forum, especially one about remembering one's Mother in the garden that she loved ('Christmas came & went' by @patilo 33) - thank you so much), I thought of a way to cope with the pain of my Mum's loss, by trying to see new blooms through Mum's eyes and being briefly united with her in thought and in love.
I was talking to my elder sister, who asked me what Mum liked in the flower line, and I remembered that Mum particularly loved the combination of yellows and blues - e.g. delphiniums and yellow snapdragons, cornflowers and Welsh poppies. So my sister and I are each going to plant up a pot of bedding in yellow and blue as a way of honouring Mum's memory and hopefully helping us to feel a bit better.
It would be lovely if people on TP could remember what their loved ones liked and share with us special ways they have of remembering their lost beloved relations, friends or consorts.
This thread would then be a general 'in memoriam' to those we have loved and lost.
Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for any replies. xx
Do you remember Helen [33] She was a
tree hugger too and used to laugh at me because I could only hug clean trees.[/QUOTE
Here I am having a hug
I could never forget Helen and often think about her, but didn't know she was a tree hugger.
I am another tree hugger and recently came across a photo taken by Henry of me hugging a tree in the Scottish Highlands. It is a good feeling. I love trees as did Henry.
But it was nowhere as huge as the one you were hugging jaymor. Is that the one at Osborne House?
Most interesting Sylvia to read about the origin of tree hugging.
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Loo xx