My hobby gives me so much joy. It comes naturally to me. It’s easy. It’s fun.
It is gardening.
I have chlorophyll in my blood. I come from a long line of plant people.
I love gardening and I love blogging about my garden.
My mission, on the other hand, is hard. It causes me sorrow.
Twenty-four years of taking care of Rose while waiting for the next seizure or side effect was difficult.
Remembering these experiences is painful.
Writing about these struggles sends me back in the trenches.
Why do I do it?
Because I know how it feels to fight a losing battle; day after day after day…
I know how it is to feel unlucky, cursed and damned.
I can’t stand thinking that other mothers are doing it alone.
So I will stay the course.
Sending out a beam of light to a mama in her darkness.
Hang on Sister! Flower is here.
Seizure Mama/Flower Roberts
Seizure Mama and Rose 