Today would have been my dear old Mum’s 91 st birthday. She actually made it to the ripe age of 86, succumbing then to a major stroke. Though she was beset by poor short term memory in her final years, she was sharp as a tack when it came to naming family and friends in photos (though she did get me and Dad mixed up!) She retained good humour and never forgot her little boy, her eyes lighting up whenever she saw me on my twice a year visits.
We planted a ginkgo biloba tree in her honour in the garden. We look out over her and the fields beyond from our deck. She is flourishing, with her striking leaves just starting to turn yellow at this time of year. Ginkgos symbolize memory and remembrance; adaptable and ancient, they are akin to the mother of trees. Happy Birthday, Mum, up there with your beloved on Kinver Edge.