Saturday, June 05, 2010
My mother was the kind of gardener that would see things she liked somewhere and try to find it on sale somewhere or get a cutting or some seeds and make it happen in the perfect spot in her yard. She wouldn't hesitate to knock on a stranger's door and ask them about a flower. I can remember when I first moved to Ann Arbor, she wanted me to make sure I planted what she called "Coronation Flower" - it was a magenta colored dianthus with light green fuzzy leaves that self seeded. I had quite a bit of it for a while, but no longer. I am sure if I looked at her garden when I am there tomorrow, I will find some to bring home again. She wasn't big on Latin names of plants; when I called her plants by their scientific names, she'd gently correct me with their common names. But what did I know? I used the proper names and my plants didn't survive. She called hers what she called hers and they lived.
Despite her lack of appreciation for science when it came to gardening, it was her lifelong wish to donate her body to science which I think is a wonderful thing to do. How it works when the time comes, all you do is make a phone call and some really kind people come and pick up the body. Since my mother died in Warren, that meant she went to the Wayne State Medical School. In other areas of the state, bodies are taken to U of M or MSU. Following the study of the body, the cremains can be returned to the family if desired. So, at my mom's funeral service, she won't be there physically, just in pictures. Also, she'll be there in flowers. She wasn't big on cut flowers from the florist, so my sister and brother and I have all bought the same rose bush to plant in her honor - it's called Carefree Wonder and I am hoping that it's true to it's name and it survives at my house.