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Planted tiger lilies last Sunday afternoon. They were a long time favorite of my mother, who made her transition two years ago this past July. After placing the flowers into the sandy soil and surrounding them with a ring of stones, I set a small pebble on the ground nearby.
My fiancé suggested we plant them in a highly visible spot so that she could see them first thing whenever she looked at the yard. The irony of that statement struck me, as my mother was not a woman who received a great deal of public recognition in her life, even though she spent quite a bit of it in the service of others.
Council woman, ambulance crew chaplain, mother, wife, friend, teacher, volunteer; these were some of the roles she fulfilled, and she brought to them a sense of love and dedication. She took each of them seriously, but not without a laugh every now and then. And even though she often seemed to find herself at the helm of an endeavor, it was because of her devotion and desire to serve, and not from some inborn need for self-promotion.
It was in keeping with that aspect of her personality that I placed the small pebble near the lilies. A simple gesture, honoring a simple woman. . .