I realise that many of the flowers in this garden won't be of interest to most people. But I've found that one of the worst things about widowhood is the fact that the love I have for my husband still burns fiercely, without any way to express it. When he was with me, I was able to devote my days to caring for his needs, holding and caressing him. Thus my desire to plant a garden in his memory, with every blossom cherished and nurtured as he is...

Christmas without a beloved family member is hard, but here is a comforting poem...

These flowers were planted by Rachele and Danny Baker...

A little bit about him...

Thumb through our family book and read what he wrote about me

In celebrationof our marriage...

Something planted by his youngest son

A contribution from a friend and neighboring lord of my husband's, also lord of a Never realm...

Return to my garden gates