it is an honor to welcome back Margaret's dedicated daughter,
my great friend, author and guest blogger Kathleen Mae Schneider.
Visions of Heaven
the wild violets are back. Their tiny purple petals
pop up in un-mowed lawns and are soon followed
by Lilies-of-the-Valley. The sight of them, along with
their exquisite perfume, evoke gentle memories of my
Mother and the first bouquets that I picked for her every
spring when I was a very little girl. Judging by her
surprise and delight back then, you would have
thought my tiny offerings to her were
expensive florists' roses.
kitchen windowsill, she would always ask me,
"Do you remember why I love violets so much?"
I was so proud to answer, "Because you were
born in the springtime at Violet Hill!”
on special days always pleased Mother, those
imperfect ones I gave her from her garden
symbolized the simple but profound love
she and I shared for over seventy years.
in my childhood of cutting flowers for
Mother from her garden, this time
with sweet peas in her favorite color!
in front of her house every spring. Even strangers
passing by our house noticed the crowded and
gloriously-colored flower beds and borders.
kinds. Growing up, I found them everywhere -
inside as well as outside the house.
this flower-themed scarf that Mother hand-
embroidered as a young woman for her dresser.
different kinds of flowers, although I never knew
her to get her knowledge of them from books.
the one above. Some things never change!
dreams, especially in a vivid one right after
her own mother died. In the dream Mother
saw and spoke with my grandmother in
heaven, and she asked Mother to come
be with her in that beautiful place.
Mother was tempted to go with
her because of all the flowers,
but told my grandmother she
couldn't join her yet because
she had to take care of me!
(I was only eight years old.)
care of me, although she had always
done that and I couldn’t imagine
my life without her.
the subject again, but clearly found my response
unsatisfactory. Pointing over her shoulder to the
numerals '105' that hung on the wall above
her chair, she said in a disgusted voice,
but isn't it soon time for me to retire?!"
since God finally took her home.
love of her life, my father Ralph.
flower garden. As I care for them as she taught me
to do, I feel her gentle presence and I am at peace.