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.