It seems like just yesterday!
Those golden summer afternoons spent in the garden
while I was growing up are such sweet memories.
My mom was as happy as a lark
tending her beautiful rose garden
and all of the old-fashioned perennial beds
that lined our backyard.
I was as happy as a lark, too,
Mom gardened all around me,
while all of my attention was focused on
the latest issue of Seventeen magazine.
While she worked with her pruners, trowel, garden gloves, and flower basket,
my ‘garden tools’ were a beach towel, radio, Coppertone sunscreen, and sunglasses!
(Mind you, I wasn’t a princess! My outdoor chores included mowing the lawn, edging, shoveling snow,…)
When our afternoon work was finished,
Mom and I would sit together in the shade
sipping iced tea and chatting.
If only I had been paying attention,
learning the names of all the plants and their special needs,
borrowing her tools and lending a hand…
Yet during all of those summer afternoons so long ago,
I was learning something
I saw the joy of gardening in my mom’s smiles
and the peaceful feelings found amongst her flowers!
Many years later,
after college, graduate school, and
teaching for several years,
I finally saved enough money to buy
a home of my own.
It was a cozy little bungalow,
with a swing on the front porch,
and a large yard filled with garden beds.
(Oh no! Garden beds of my own?)
So, I happily watered everything in my garden each day!
My parents would come each weekend
helping to make my dreams come true.
My dad and I would work on restoration projects
and my mom and I would garden together.
Each weekend, Mom would point out the weeds and the flowers.
There was so much to learn!!
(If only I had been helping in her garden while I was growing up!)
Mom was so patient,
each weekend teaching me how to plant, prune,
and deadhead the spent blossoms.
Over the winter months,
my parents helped my dreams grow
as we worked together
on indoor projects,
like stripping the paint to reveal the beautiful woodwork,
one room at a time.
My little bungalow was slowly,
returning to the original charm of its 1922 roots.
with the love and help of my incredible parents.
I planted new perennial beds ~ a Friendship Garden and Cutting Garden.
My dad and I worked together one summer long ago, to build my Herb & Tea Garden and an arbor.
Over the winter months,
I brought home armloads of gardening books
from the library,
and read and read…
and dreamed garden dreams.
I reread the same gardening books each winter
for several years…
just like the plants in my garden!
When my parents retired,
it was time to make their new dreams come true,
in the Sonoran desert,
Now my mom happily gardens with
cacti, succulents, and desert wildflowers.
When I visit her desert garden,
I love learning the names of her flowers,
trees, and cacti.
when my parents come back to visit us,
my mom always brings her
She loves the lush green abundance
of the Midwest,
where she learned to garden
when I was very young.
So, my mom and I spend precious moments
working side by side,
in my garden together!
I feel so very
that my mom has shared
her love of gardening
and her gardening knowledge
with me over so many years!
Heartfelt thanks, Mom, for helping my garden dreams come true!
You taught me how to bloom!
Is there someone special in your life
who shared their love of gardening with you?
Thanks so much for stopping by today! I always enjoy our visits!