Sunday, February 22, 2009

Planting Onions

Mom is not supposed to bend over because of her cataract surgery. She finally relented and let me help plant onions-she poked the holes and supervised the placement and packing of the earth. I got down on my hands and knees (wearing my beloved wellies), rubber gloves and my knee pads and surrendered to the entire process. Her onions, her patch, her direction. We had one of the most special times we've had.

I took the surplus onions and planted them in my surplus dirt-not one little onion stalk was wasted. Mom and I disagree on many things, but onions are not one of those things.


soulbrush said...

this brought tears to my eyes...maybe because i never ever had even this much connection with my own mother. store this one up to rememer when you need a boost. hugs as always.

JJ said...

We have a new blog now. =)

studio lolo said...

This is an awwwww moment, really.

I'm happy it was special. The onions made me weepy.

Debra Kay said...

I have truly been given a gift to recognize a special moment when it happens.