I looked out the window and what did I see? Not popcorn popping on the apricot tree, but I looked from my bedroom window down at my small little planter in my backyard. I call it my "garden". But as I stared out my window I couldn't help but notice how nicely the Mexican Sage I had transplanted seems to be doing now. It has grown some, and is beginning to fill out. Strangely, however, it got me thinking about the plant. About why it was so important to me, that above anything else, I plant sage in my backyard.
The sage that I planted came from a plant Mom had in her yard back at the house in Hacienda Heights. I always loved that plant, I loved the flowers when it bloomed....it's nothing spectacular, but I loved it. It reminds me of home. When Mom moved out, she took a piece of that plant to bring with her as she moved on to the next leg of her journey, she grew that piece up, and from it, she gave me a piece for my yard. It's come such a long way.
From that, though, it got me thinking about how far each of us has come, but especially my Mom. Starting as a young farm girl from Uruguay, poor as dirt, to become this marvelous woman, the mother of nine kids, 28 grandchildren, and 1 great-grandchild. She has stretched out her roots, just as the plant and come so very far. I hope to be like her one day.
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Beautiful! Wonder if you will get to such a rich grandmother ;)
That's such a beautiful observation, Liz. It brought a smile to my heart.
You are so right! We are all so much richer for having her in our lives! :)
I love this post. The symbolism of the sage was really moving.
You're right. The family certainly has come along way, and no one more so than Abuela.
How did I miss this post? I check every day...hmmph!
I too LOVED the symbolism in your reflection. What's more...don't we have 32 grandchildren?
I always see SAGE, but don't know what they use it for. But I'm interested in seeing your plant now that you've brought it up. My biggest memory from her garden is the BASIL. Her plant was an explosion of smell and LEAVES. OH how I LOVED the many things associated with the Basil plant. I bet your yard looks even better than when you got it all put together.
And...your mom is one our BEST blessings in our lives. We are so privileged and grateful for the tremendous influence she has had on all of us.
How cool! You will always treasure that sage.
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