41. Irish Eyes

The first year I moved into my own house, my grandma came by and helped me plant flowers. We choose to plant one of her favorites, a small blue flower called lobelia. Every spring I have planted this flower in my yard in honor of her. Last spring with my step dad being so sick, I just didn't really tend to the garden much at all and it was clear into July before I planted any flowers. It was too hot for lobelia.

Recently, Abbey has been working on a heritage project for school and of the melting pot of countries that make up her lineage she choose Ireland to research. My Grandma was half Irish and I wish I could just grab the phone and ask her so many questions. Questions I never thought to ask when she was with us. Today, while playing with the kids out back I noticed a little blue flower peeking through the neglected garden dirt...lobelia! Grandma's favorite. My Grandma passed away in 2003, but it is nice to know that she is still with us in so many ways. When Irish eyes are smiling...