“I’m in the garden!” Mum’s voice bounces off the glass walls of the greenhouse, happy and content, pottering around with her tomatoes. This is where she thrives – out in the sunshine and the rain – her fingers, quite literally – green with her love of all that grows.
And now, she is here – every day her joyous flight brings her close to my patio windows – saying “Hello, my darling!” before she cares for my garden.

Wow! This is marvelous!! I love it Wendy. ❤
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Thanks Colleen! She’s been flying close to window for a few weeks now!
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I will be writing posts about our ancestors and how to honor them the fairy witch way. It might give you some ideas. ❤
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I bet it will! 😀
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This is wonderful Wendy. Great job. xxx
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Thank you, Marje. I’m certain it’s her.
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Awww. 🙂 x
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This is a lovely haibun, Wendy.
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Thanks so much, Robbie!
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I miss our Mum so much but I do believe she is still looking after us xxx
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She flies so close to the window, it seems like she’s keeping an eye on me. xxxxx
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This is gorgeous Wendy ❤
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Thanks, Debby! It was our convo of this morning that reminded me of this poem!
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Funny how a certain something reminds of us of something from the past. Great idea to refeature! 🙂 xx
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Beautiful, sister, I especially love the mask. ❤
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This poem is incidental of a visit from my mother to my daughter. An owl flew into our roof. It only stayed a moment to watch us. Mother loved owls. It felt like a visit only a few months after she passed. dgkaye is right about reminders. It takes a special poet to remind us.
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