Honoring Mothers and Memories

Spring garden path with stone paving, birdbath, purple flowering tree, white picket fence, and lush greenery
I let my image generator create this lovely picture. The redbud tree looks very much like this one. It captured its color very well. The blue jay in the birdbath is a nice added touch. My mother was a proud Jayhawk (KU alumni), so it seems appropriate.

This has been a surprising spring with new discoveries and new visitors. Sometimes all it take is some loving attention to bring back former beauty. It is as if the plants and flowers sense my anticipation and want to live up to it.

As I have been going round and round trying to bring order to chaos, it occurred to me today that perhaps nature’s chaos can sometimes be better than my sense of order. The other day I noticed the redbud tree that started as a small seedling. It was given to me by a neighbor many years ago. I had complimented him on his lovely redbud tree and mentioned to him that it had been my mother’s favorite tree.

I had planted the little redbud seedling just beyond the birdbath in a corner of our garden. I watched it closely for a couple years as it struggled to thrive. I eventually stopped watching it as my own life needed attention.

When I saw it the other day I was surprised to see that it had grown up and now is about chest high. I missed seeing any blooms, and now it is showing all its lovely heart shaped leaves which are unmistakable. I was dismayed to see that my husband had piled yard debris right next to it, so I started clearing it away today. Last night he agreed to remove all the debris and take it away, and I am helping by making sure it is far away from the redbud. It is part of his mother’s day gift to me, and I made this request to honor the memory of my mother.

I hope all that might read this have a pleasant mother’s day, especially if all you have is fond memories.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2026. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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