My darling daughter gave me the sweetest statue for Mother’s day, and perched atop a column I’ve had for ages (Never throw anything out!), he makes me smile while I wash the dishes. The uncontrolled exhuberance of white blossoms and sweet fragrance of the honeysuckle fill my garden with beauty and wonder – and I am so grateful to be in Georgia. I was told you could plant a toothpick here, and it would grow. I believe it now.
When my dad was here from South Africa, he pruned the two rose bushes outside my lounge window. Actually, “pruning” is not the term I would have used – the once straggly, unkempt but still recognizable bushes ended up looking like kindling for a fire. But look at them now! There are more than 20 buds on the two bushes and every time I look out the window, I am filled with joy, and gratitude for a wonderful man who took me in when I was only four, and loved me as his own.
Thank you, Daddy.