There are always such beautiful spring flowers at the farm.
I love the Red Bud trees. I always think of my mom when I see them because she used to love when they were in bloom. My boys got me a red bud tree the year before last for Mother’s Day, but it got blown over and broke in a wind storm. I might try to transplant one from the farm. They are all over there. Just the pink color of them and when they come into bloom. There are a couple springs that were little seedlings from my broken Red Bud tree, I’m still hoping that those end up growing into a flowering tree… or they might just be weeds, I don’t know – but I will in a couple years lol.
Wild Flowers in the orchard at the farm. Not a “working orchard” anymore. It used to have apple trees, not just a big open area with a picnic shelter that has always been called The orchard. In the springs there are daffodils that come up all over, that Dave’s mom planted years ago. They come up in little yellow bunches all over the farm, mostly up near the orchard. I really enjoy seeing them too and watching his face light up every year when he sees them. She died when he was 15 years old, so it is like her memory coming alive for him each year. He loves to see them and talks about his mom every time he does. It’s cool how something like a flower can make us remember and think of our loved ones. How planting something about 35-40 years ago can bring someone joy and positive thoughts, long after they are gone. I’m so thankful that God decided to make the flowers when he created life. So cool.