The Rose of Sharon Plant
The Rose of Sharon plant holds a special memory and lesson for me on Kelly’s Creek in the Georgia mountains. The blooms turned soft faces toward the brightness of a July sun as Mama scooted the clothespin bag along a tightly stretched wire. She pinned up the last of the laundry then went back inside the house to check on Dad.
His health was failing and most of his days were spent in his arm chair in the corner of the living room. Traditional Knapp work boots sat in the corner beside him as he waited for an ingrown toenail to heal, which never did. The doctor removed the toe. Clogged leg veins blocked healing blood flow. We drove him to the hospital twice a day for strong antibiotic treatments. Each time he begged not to go. “They are burning me up with medicine.” He only got worse and depended on a walker to slowly get around. [Read more…]