Hannah would have been 13 today.
When she died last September this paw print was enclosed in the sympathy card I received from my vet.
It is handcrafted from 100% cotton with annuals and wildflower seeds embedded.
I saved it to plant this Spring in memory of Hannah.
Then Leia arrived – the garden digger . . .
I knew that if I wanted the seeds to grow that I would have to look for a creative alternative. So I decided a pot would be my best option.
I had a little ceremony this morning to celebrate Hannah’s birthday, and gently buried the paw in fresh potting soil. It’s now sitting in the sun behind a Leia barrier.
I can’t wait to see if they germinate.
There’s something perpetual about gardens and blooms. . . joyful expectation.
They teach us to nurture our own garden of hope.