Today is Mum's birthday. Her favourite thing in the whole world were flowers and more particularly her flowers. She would spend hours coaxing them to bloom and waited every spring for the time she could get out and garden. She tried her best to recreate an English country garden in the harsh prairie climate. Tea roses did bloom for her but they never tumbled over her beds like they do in England.
After my Dad died, unless she was on a trip, Mum celebrated her birthday at my house. We would have a roast or something special and cake. When she was younger, she would have a friend come along. Later, in the Lodge, there was a party with coffee and cake.
Mum died 8 years ago when she was almost 85. Until she was 80, she mowed her own lawn, planted way more flowers than was practical and enjoyed every blossom.
Happy Birthday, Mum.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.