I remember Mom.

My first knowledge of plants was through my mother's love of nature. I remember the buttercups we fed the field mouse that our labrador retriever ran out of it's hole and played with until it was all sopping wet with spittle. I remember the transparant white indian pipes and the moss on the tree boughs. I remember the little yellow and purple tansies. I remember the cinquifoil and the sundews.

I remember Mom.

December 17 1935 - February 1994.