My aunt Francine loved her garden in the back of our home on Maple. She was great with all the flowers and vegetables she would plant. As a kid I remember these green large bugs that would go after her tomatoes and she’d squish them with her fingers. She had no fear of them.

I always think of her when I pass pretty roses or other gardens with beautiful flowers. I think of how at peace she was in her garden. That is until the Parkinson’s got so bad she couldn’t garden any longer.

Today I walked past a rose bush and thought of her. She passed away a couple of years ago from complications associated with the Parkinson’s. I’m sorry that L never met her but K will always have good memories of her great aunt and that makes me very happy. I can’t wait for K and I to tell L stories as we start a garden of our own one day.