For Mom and Katy

* For Mom… If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mom’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, But there is an ache in my heart that will never go away. * To my sweet Katy…..Even though you didn’t make it with me to the end of my story, I will always have the corner folded down on your page because your story is one of my favorites.

* I have written before that Mom and Katy loved spring and their flower gardens were testaments to that love. I, on the other hand, love fall with the crisp air, autumn colors, mums, and football sweater weather. We would argue constantly on which is truly the best season, but it was all in good fun. Now I see them both in every beautiful spring flower, still keeping up their side of the argument that spring is the best season!

* Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!”

* I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

* Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint, and the soil and sky as the canvas.

* A garden is the reflection of its gardener’s soul.

* In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.