My mother's husband Enver — a wonderful gardener and activist for green spaces in Toronto where they lived for many many years, has created this beautiful green and living memorial for his wife and my mother, Jeanette. He petitioned to have a sugar maple tree planted along the public walkway (where he walks every day) and added a plaque at the bottom of the tree in honor of her. How awesomely romantic is that? The tree will be such a source of pleasure for people for years to come, providing sweet sticky helicopter seeds in the spring, green shade in the summer, and fiery leaves in the fall. Just so happy to see this…and hope I can get up there before too long to visit.
Rainbows FOREVER. I love that.
Me too! My mother who was a Tibetan scholar, was much enamored of the Khandroma — Tibetan female goddesses ( with a tricksterish edge to them) who traveled through rainbows. So this phrase has so many wonderful layers of meaning for me. Rooted in the earth, unfurling in green leaves, and shimmering in the sky. I know she would so love this tribute to her.
This is lovely Midori. What a wonderful place of solace and nature to have as a reminder of your mother! Loving the rainbow as well…
Rooted in the earth, unfurling in green leaves, and shimmering in the sky. – pure poetry!