Today I planted a white lilac in her memory - a special white lilac that she discovered beside our driveway in town a few years ago. I dug up a shoot.
It's beside the entrance to camp, at the foot of the main steps. Climb up, turn right, and go into the cabin. Turn left and enter the White Pine Palace.
I think Ma has visited almost every year for the last 50, whether I've been in Alaska, Nova Scotia, or here in Ontario. Her spirit is special.
I miss her, especially, right now. Mighty thankful, though, for the wonderful years and years together.