Spring..and so sad

I was thinking about my visit to Twilah's last October.  She had only just moved in.  While Laurie and I were there Twilah spent many hours in her new backyard.  One very warm afternoon Laurie and I joined Twilah on her deck.  Twilah, always so knowledgeable about all forms of plants, talked to us about how she was going to prune back this vine, remove that plant which didn't belong there and then she would be able to sit at her patio table and see the little lake at the back of her property.  Laurie and I began immediately to attack the unwanted and overgrown plants according to Twilah's directions.  I have no skill as a gardener, hacker is more the term I would use to describe my ability in the garden.  I hacked my way through much of her garden tyring to make the plants bend to my will.  I wanted to control, to help, to fix what was going on with this evil that had taken over my sister.  I did a poor job of the plants and can no longer do anything to have an effect on Twilah's life and the disease that took her from me.

 

As I think of that day in Dallas  I am sad that Twilah is not here to tend her plants, sit in her backyard, plan the next pruning, add some colour to all the pots on her deck, find native varieties for the garden and look out at the lake.  This time of planting, when the air changes and the weather turns warm,  I will always think of Twilah and forever feel sad that I have lost my wonderful sister.