My mom’s garden
I’m finally tackling the garden my mom left me. She left behind a file drawer full of carefully labeled folders with her notes on groundcovers, sun-loving perennials, etc., as well as her collection of gardening books. Her attentions weren’t particularly drawn to interior design, but she knew her way around a flower bed. I feel close to her as I look for new spots for the flourishing giant iris that has outgrown the home she gave it. She would be so proud.