Everybody knows Moms love flowers. One of my favorite memories of my mom revolves around flowers - wildflowers, to be exact. As a small girl, I would roam our big yard and pick wildflowers like violets, henbit, spring beauties, fleabane and clover. Once my little hands were full, I would present them to my mom who, of course, oohed and aahed over them and put them in a little blue and gold vase that seemed just perfect for the hand-picked flowers. I never got tired of bringing her flowers and she never got tired of gushing over them.
What sweet memories! When my mother died (36 years ago), I got the little blue vase and every spring I fill it with little flowers and think of her.