My mom and I always connected through gardening.
Even in her foggiest hours, she could remember the names of plants and the calls of birds.
She always wanted me to put in a water garden, but the 2 feet of limestone and months of drought always daunted me.
Finally last year, the boys and I started digging. Unfortunately, she passed before she could see the finished product, but every morning I sit and enjoy the pond and think of her.
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