My father always said Mother’s Day was just an excuse for retailers to sell more stuff but my mother cried if he didn’t get her flowers. After he died it was my brother who always brought her flowers. Now she is gone but I am the closest to where she is buried so I bring her the flowers on Mother’s Day.
The two entwined trees are from the Greek myth of Philemon and Baucis, an old couple who were hospitable to the gods and were rewarded, as they requested, by becoming entwined trees after they died.
The saying at the bottom “If music be the food of love, play on…” is from Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night.”
I thought the entwined trees and the Shakespeare quote fit my parents perfectly.
The daffodils are in a pickle jar. I thought that fitting as well.
And the blue skies with wispy clouds behind the stone…what luck! I can just hear my mother saying “The skies are so beautiful here in Vermont.”
Indeed! Love you mom.
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It’s all beautiful. And as usual, you are able to use details which enhance the story greatly. Jane
This is beautiful, Ruth, just beautiful, everything about it – the gravestone, your words, the pickle jar. I’ve been trying to think of the names of Philemon and Baucis all week – and now you’ve told me.
Lovely, Ruth. Good for you. All of it. Full of love and feeling and symbolism.
See you at the synagogue at 9. I’ll have a dog with me… dog sitting Star who can’t stand to be without me so she’ll be there, but she’s calm, unlike Gillie. n
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