"Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love." -- Stevie Wonder
We all have memories of our mothers. One of mine is weeding my mother's favorite Iris patches on our southern Illinois home. Nothing exciting, just several circles of Iris that needed to be cleaned out at about the time the Iris bloomed, usually around Mother's Day. It was easy to make Mom happy with our childish gift of weeding.
My mother has passed but I always remember her when I see a patch of blooming Iris.
May your Mother's Day also be full of beautiful blooming flowers and wonderful memories.