Spring Memories


My husbands sweet and spunky
Grandma Jane
passed home to Heaven
yesterday afternoon.


I first met her on a Saturday afternoon 
thirteen years ago in Southern Missouri.

On that day I was introduced not only to 
my husband's infamous gardening grandparents
but also to their home, smelling of fresh baked bread,
their garden, of which I had no idea what I was looking at,
and their hospitality, they welcomed me as if I was already one of them.

The memories I have of Grandma 
are filled with sweet and spunky moments.

And since she passed Forsythia bushes
and a certain orange pot along to us
we can remember her in this way each Spring.

 


Comments

Popular Posts