She doesn’t wait for Mother’s Day.
Every month, without fail, she places an order. Same name, same address, same quiet instruction: “Something soft. For my table.”
We deliver to a weatherboard in Vermont, and sometimes to an apartment in Glen Waverley. Two different streets, two different homes — but the same ritual. She’s usually in the garden when we arrive, or by the window if it’s the apartment. Gloves on, or a cup of tea in hand. She always takes a moment before she takes the flowers.
“I like having something fresh,” she told us once. “It reminds me I’m still here.”
This Mother’s Day, we’ve been thinking about her. And about all the mothers across Vermont and Glen Waverley who don’t wait for someone else to remember them — because they already remember themselves.
Over the next few weeks, we’ll be sharing more stories like hers.
Not because someone forgot. But because they remember.
Stay inspired with Mother’s Day flowers → [Link]
