While frenetically searching for something in my laptop bag this morning, I came upon the lyrics of my Mom's favorite song, Edelweiss.
Finding that little piece of paper allowed me to pause, take a deep breath, and slow down my pace.
My friend Mark sang Edelweiss at Mom's funeral, and it brought back memories of her wonderful garden. She tended to her flowers with skill and the utmost care.
Mom would often times sing "Edelweiss" while conjuring up savory meals in the kitchen. Once in a while, Dad would whisk her away in a waltz around the kitchen or living room.
Here are the lyrics – so simple and yet, so beautiful. While I don't have a photo of the mountain flower found in Europe, I'll share with you one a couple pics I snapped of white flowers.
I had the opportunity to interview Elaine Fix, President of Fleur de Lis Garden Society in St. Charles last week in an article I wrote for Patch complete with photos. Ms. Fix grows more than 287 varieties of hostas among other perennials in her backyard.