A sign for me today that life can grow even in the harshest of conditions and long after hope has been abandoned. We planted Wyatt's garden mere months after his death in 2003. I had no clue about what plants would thrive, where and why so instead we focused on the baby aspect of that garden. We planted baby's breath, a bleeding heart, snapdragons (because they're seriously too fun for kids - and adults too with their little open/close dragon mouths) and two roses - one a tropical sunrise and one called cherry parfait which is like swirly cherries and cream. The peach rose and snapdragons succumbed to their first winter but the original baby's breath, bleeding heart and cherry parfait rose are still in the garden eight years later.
Today while in Wyatt's garden I saw something growing very close to his gray branches. What I thought it couldn't be it was. Cherry parfait reminding me that hope is never truly lost, sometimes it is just hidden from sight.