My Mom and a Burgundy Clematis
Happy Sunday! I’m reading / writing / sitting in my garden. See the clematis? That was my late mother’s.
She’s been gone 23 years and every summer when it blooms I just smile, and get a little teary, and remember what a beautiful, amazing, strong woman she was.
We both love books, we both love gardening, we both love reading books in a garden.
