Happy Mama's Day
From behind, my mom looks like she is 12 years old. On any given day, you can see her compact 5 foot-ish frame briskly walking around her Los Angeles neighborhood in her signature outfit: a big floppy hat, polka-dotted shorts and a baggy t-shirt.
Her prized garden is a wild tangle of flowers, vegetables, fruit trees and it is so lush, it's almost obscene. The careless observer might think that it's an unkempt jungle, but closer inspection reveals a lovingly tended fauna and flora system with healthy blossoms and luscious organic eatables. My mom has found enthusiastic notes tacked onto thorns exclaiming, "Thank you for your beautiful garden!" Other times, she'll find her tiger lilies expertly snipped or her carrots prematurely but neatly tugged out of the soil. This perplexes her - who are these people walking around with gardening shears and a hand trowel?
The piece de resistance is an assortment of gargantuan roses and every season she names the most flamboyant, pinkest and biggest rose after me. The Sanae Rose. Thanks Mom, I am the luckiest daughter in the world. Happy Mama's Day.
