I always think of my mother when ever I see the vernal witchhazels blooming in my garden.
Vernal witchhazels bloom in the winter of life and that is how it was with my mother. That may sound odd to you, but, my mother was a late bloomer. She bloomed in the winter of her life. In fact, it wasn't until she sold her house and moved into a retirement community that she really blossomed. It seemed perfectly natural that a memory tree for her would be Hamamelis vernalis. It is blooming beautifully right now.
This is from the post I wrote when I planted it.
I planted it for my Mother
the spring she passed away.
and because planting a witch hazel was
a funny nod to our complicated and loving relationship.
Hamamelis vernalis blossoms in the winter
When we have just about given up hope
that spring will ever arrive.
On warm days
the crepe paper streamer petals unfurl and
its sweet scent drifts about.
Believe me when I tell you this~
I know that my mother is somewhere laughing
that her remembrance tree is a witchhazel.
I'm smiling thinking about her...and I'll be smiling tomorrow when I walk the garden and see those spidery blooms unfurled on a warm winter day.
Gail Eichelberger is a gardener and therapist in Middle Tennessee. She loves wildflowers and native plants and thoroughly enjoys writing about the ones she grows at Clay and Limestone. She reminds all that the words and images are the property of the author and cannot be used without written permission.