My mom is still around... in the garden

Here is evidence that my mom's last 25+ years of tending her gardens was worthwhile. I can feel her. Everywhere you look there is something else that she planted and loved. It smells like pure heaven here. There was a wood thrush singing and the jenny wrens are building a nest. She loved her gardens.

This is the guardian of the garden. Mom was so excited when she brought her home many years ago. She has lovingly kept watch on the gardens, and now she is old and rusted, but she is still on watch. This is one of the few things that I think I will bring home. I can't stand the thought of putting her out with the garbage.

I think she is still here, watching the flowers bloom.