The Leaves on the Tree…

My mother loved trees and shrubs and flowers and could identify seemingly all of them by sight.  I always found this an amazing feat, and one not entirely like my mother.   After all, we never had the most landscaped yard in the neighborhood.  I have since come to understand choices made by budget, ease of growing, and faint speculation that our stay in a particular area wouldn’t allow for longterm landscape plans to bear fruit. My mother rarely had fresh flowers in the house.  Magnolia leaves appeared at Christmas, and roses on special occasions.  It was after an ill-fated bouquet of goldenrod proudly gathered, clutched in … Continue reading The Leaves on the Tree…