Mother’s Day, Roses, & Cupcake

Today is Mother’s Day. Because it’s been so wet (another inch of rain in this afternoon’s thunderstorm), I haven’t been to the graveyard to plant flowers for Mama. But her rose in my backyard bloomed.


This rose grew from a slip taken from one of the bushes in Mama’s yard on Floraland Drive in Roanoke. She’d had these roses in her yard as long as I can remember. Somewhere I have a color picture she took of me in front of a line of them when I was a teenager. I remember they bloomed profusely that year. They always bloomed on Mother's Day.

These irises originally came from Mama's yard, too:


Today is also Cupcake’s birthday. At 27, she’s my oldest critter—my oldest animal child. I remember the night she was born. I missed her birth but saw her take her first step.

Cupcake is growing old. My flower bed is, well, growing:


And storms, like the one we had today, keep things green.


As I post this entry, another storm is rolling in.

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