No Longer Sad
When my mom became ill in 1995, our family gathered at her house. My dad and I were walking in the back yard garden and talking of mom's illness. One of the plants there was a small quince. I told my dad how I've always wanted one, and he dug it up on the spot and gave it to me. Unknown to me at the time, my mother and sister were watching from inside the house.
My mom passed away six months after that day and only then did my sister tell me how mom had cried when dad dug up her favorite plant and gave it away. My heart was so broken when I learned that, but sis told me mom asked her not to tell me.
That little quince became a living symbol of mom's love for me. I cherished it an tried to nurture it but it never grew over two feet tall and only had a few flowers each year for the next five years. Then I married the man of my dreams. We bought a house and moved the little quince to our new home. Mom must have approved; today her quince is seven feet tall and blooms almost contiuously throughout the year, but it is most beautiful in the spring before the leaves come out.
This January has been particularly warm here in NW FL and mom's quince is putting on a spectacular show of love and I wanted to share it with you.
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Originally Posted by Molly Taco
