Author: Pamala Vincent

“Momma, Help!” cried my frantic four-year old. Stubby little fingers tightly grasped a long twig; hanging midway down the branch was a chrysalis. The transparent covering was split and just barely visible were the bright velvet colors of a Viceroy butterfly’s wings. It was easy to see why my son was so distraught; the butterfly Read More

“Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.” —Oliver Wendell Holmes   When I touched the tree, the branch came off in my hand. I’d nurtured this peony from the time it was no taller than my hand. We fashioned it into a peony tree, cutting the Read More

  “Is there something wrong with that rose?” a friend asked, while she watched me cut back an unruly cane. The vigorous climber was selected to adorn the entrance of my memorial garden. Every spring, I re-direct, tie back, and cut off winter growth. “No, there’s nothing wrong with it that a little pruning won’t Read More

Chester, a down covered Canada goose was given to me shortly after he’d been rescued. We spent hours together weeding and watering the garden. We quickly became a study of each other’s grunts and coos. And like I had done with my children; I began to interpret what each one of his sounds meant. When Read More