When I was a girl on Mothers’ Day we would pile into our rusty old white triumph car with the black, cat scratched, soft top and drive to the forest to see my grandmother. Three generations gathering to say I love you and eat buttery crumpets giving gifts of books and cat statues and filling grannies room with bunches of daffodils from the Isle of Scilly. My grandmother and my mother are now passed and my daughter is on the other side of the world so the below image today is for them but especially my mum, who was a bright whirling sunflower until her last goodbye.

Bring me the sunflower

Bring me then the plant that points
to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth.

And life itself exhaling that central breath!

Bring me the sunflower
crazed with the love
of light.

Written by Eugenio Montale