The last hurrah...

Hi all,
This is an unnamed white angel trumpet that my mom rooted just before she passed on. It overwintered here in my basement last year and did some lovely growing over the summer. However, it has been just these last few weeks that it has decided to bloom. And bloom it did!!!
It's breaking my heart that I'm going to have to strip it soon and put it back into the basement! I tend to baby it as my mom just LOVED this angel trumpet. And every time I look at it, it reminds me of her.
Just wanted to share. :-) Hope y'all don't mind...
LoraB.

Here's another view.
It's pretty tall now and has some branches that are really sweeping the ground. I'm assuming the I'll have to cut those off.

What a wonderful history your plant has. It's so special to look at flowers that make our heart sing for it's beauty and floods our soul with warm memories.

Judy

Exactly what Judy just said! No poet could have said it better.
Mary

Beautiful story and beautiful brug.

What a great show your brug is putiting on for you. I bet your Mom is still enjoying it too with you!

Lora, your story touched my heart since I just lost my mom in january and I know how much something like this would mean to you.....its a special gift your mom left you....Judy

Lora the flowers are beautiful! I am certain your mom smiles with you. What a treasure to have such a beautiful gift. Might I suggest that you take a cutting and that way you will be able to watch it grow all winter until this one wakes up again in the spring. You would have a backup should anything happen to the original one.

Bea

What a beautiful remembrance of your Mom. Thanks for sharing....
Alot of Love shines from her brug you grew so well.

Lora,
Thanks for sharing your beautiful brugs and its story with us! I agree with Bea - save your cuttings :-)

Sharon

I truely think mama is somewhere around "guiding" me in my gardening efforts. One day, I was looking at my front bed thinking about whether or not to move some stargazer lilies that were in a horrible spot. I knew nothing about them so didn't know if they would survive the move or not. As I stood there, drinking my coffee, I swear I felt a nudge and heard her say, "Go ahead, just move'em. You'll never know until you do."

So... now that I'm getting all teary just thinking of that story, I'm sorry I shared too much information! :-)

But my brugs are happy and every day they're blooming I go outside and tell my husband to take a good look at them because they're just so lovely! I want him to be as excited about them as I am. Either he fakes it really well or he really does like them. (laughing)

Ok. I'm off to take cuttings now!
Lora

Lora, I have to tell you a story about my mom...Since she died In January I would always go out in the garden and say to her to give me a sign that she is near me...well I dont know what possessed me but a dragonfly was flying around me....I put me hand out and said if you are near me mom have this dragonfly land on my hand......and it went right to my hand and stayed there forever...I started to cry so hard and just walked around the yard with it staying there....finally it flew off into my brug garden where I went up to it again and held out my hand...it went right back on my hand....I havent seen that dragonfly since but I will never forget it....
I know your mom is around you and trying to show you she will always be near you....Judy