Pieces of God's soul

Mother adores flowers. She says they are pieces of God's soul. That is why all flowers are precious to her. But when it comes to her favorites, daisies, sweet peas, tiger lilies and orange roses always top the list. Early one morning, when the sun was not fully awaken, mother stepped outside, still in her fluffy pink robe, knelt on the soft grass in front of her garden as if before an altar. Gently, she placed the tiny seeds into the moist soil humming to "Raindrops keep falling on my head". I awoke to the sound of her sweet voice and peeked out my bedroom window. Mother is the most beautiful flower in the garden.