This is My Garden

To help celebrate National Garden Month 2006, we've invited our visitors to share their garden tales with us. We hope you'll find inspiration in their stories and appreciate the pride of your fellow gardeners.


Growing Up - Jane B.

My mother instilled in me the love and awe and oohs and aaahs of flowers many moons ago. When something I tried to grow died, Mom always said-when you grow up you'll be able to grow those. I took that as meaning if I ever keep something alive long enough I'd finally be a grownup. Well-"chuckle-chuckle"-I was a teenager what do you expect.

Mom passed on 30 yrs ago and now for most reasons I am a grownup _in years anyway-maybe not necessarily in mind. I do understand now that she meant as I matured I'd have the patience and the time to do it right.

Over the years my gardens have helped me through many phases of my life. A place where I could cry alone-neighbors thought it was allergies. Anger worked out on weeding or loosening soil for new flowers or digging holes for new shrubs etc. Wonderful that plants can't repeat any conversations I had with myself on occassion. But maybe they did understand?? Could that be why some of those reds were so bold-from embarrassment? vivid purples from holding thier breath- bright yellows from nauseau? Oh my lets hope not,it is that I just matured enough to get it right is all! That is my story and I am sticking to it! Thank You my beautiful garden for being there for me!!




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