The morning we left Armstrong to make our way home we made sure to stop by my parents place and have a final visit. My Mom took me outside to see her plot in the community garden, full of towering sunflowers that gently nodded their yellow heads over us.
She picked some kale that she had grown herself, while we walked among the sunflowers and I took lots of photos. It was a short moment, one that I am cherishing in my heart. We don’t see my family very often, and the intensity of trying to fit it all in means quiet moments together are worth even more.
I had picked up some gorgeous April Cornell place mats, and cloth napkins with a sunflower motif to give to her as a parting gift. We realize they matched with the sunflower cards I had made for her so I spread them out, and took some photos.
When I got home that night, and was reading blogs, I noticed that April Cornel’s blog was featuring her designs for tablecloths, and one of them was the exact same sunflower pattern that I had given to my Mom.
A small coincidence, but every time I see a sunflower now, I have this great memory of the time I walked through Mom’s garden with her.