A couple of days ago, I planted a fern and a red shamrock in the back yard. There’s nothing unusual about that, except that these plants are a connection. The fern is descended from a fern in my mother’s yard. My sister-in-law Linda took a start from it and planted it in her yard. The red shamrock came from my sister Helen and she gave it to Linda. So, when these plants needed dividing, Linda brought them to me. Will they one day go to my grandson or granddaughter? Time will tell.
Both Mom and Helen are gone now, but the plants that they cared for live on. These aren’t just a fern and a shamrock–they have a history and they contain memories. They are green and growing. That’s a pretty neat thing.
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