My mother’s flowers are my most vivid memory of my childhood age 5 to 8.

If it weren’t for my gardening, I think I would be so depressed that I couldn’t go on. I grow Zinnias — same as my mother did. One time, at my former house in Taylor, I saw a woman pulled over in her car in my driveway. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was enjoying my Zinnias. This compliment has made many a depressed day better. Thank you, Mama for brightening my life to this day.

Mama also grew four o’clocks, I would, at about age 8, watch the four o’clocks open at approximately 4 p.m. Thank you, Mama, for the memory of the beauty of God’s creation. Thank you, Mama, for brightening my life to this day.

Mama didn’t work until my youngest brother was in first grade. I am thankful for the time I  had with my mother’s creative influence.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Judy Davis

Oxford