One Last Gift

Another treasure was found on Thanksgiving day (see the post below), a Winterberry bush.  It was growing on Dad's grape arbor, choking out the grape vines. Had Dad lived to nurture and care for the Winterberry, I'm sure it wouldn't have taken over the grape arbor and the two could have grown together, complimenting each other.   

My younger sister from Michigan, taught me about Winterberry.  Each year she loved to visit NC in the early fall, just so she could go to the Curb Market and purchase a few dried branches of Winterberry; carefully taking it home for her fall arrangements.  I'm sure Dad heard this Winterberry story, year after year and decided to try to grow his own Winterberry.  He died unexpectedly and never got the chance to tell my sister that he had planted the Winterberry- just for her!  Imagine her delight, when I walked her to this corner of the garden, telling her I thought Dad had planted some Winterberry before he died.  The bush, at last,  had  grown large enough to produce the bright red berries and finally these two siblings noticed it's growth, intertwined with the grape vine.  A gift from heaven, that will keep on giving year after year, and that is BLESSING indeed!