Jenny's son, Jeff, Alyssia's brother. my grandson. Fate's father and now also the father of Brinley, 2 months younger than Emrie. in Sacramento.
The first spring i was here, brought for Jenny's Mother's Day gift. Hydrangea. When it arrived, that week end, our eyebrows went up...Hydrangea, an exotic, none of us had ever had a Hydrangea. But here it was on the Hill. Probably from Home Depot. It was planted twice, twice foiled by the Goats who alternately ate it and pulled it up by it's roots. Was replanted and then finally placed in a landscape pot where it grew and shriveled, grew and shriveled while waiting for someone, anyone, to say where to try to plant it again.
Last fall i thought....enough. it looked done in. i planted it near the road gate at B, quiet , for a while but then....Just Going.....slowly, leaf by leaf until now.....that bud cluster. Maybe this Mother's Day? There is nothing known to say about these kinds of things. Just to marvel and watch as it all unfolds. Life. Life loves Life. Loves.
