Walking through a garden we see sweeping vistas created by subtle shades of green,
But hidden just beneath this visible surface, is a world of faces, impressions and memories. How many of you, have in your gardens plants that were given to you by a mother or father, sister or brother, daughter or son one warm spring day.
Perhaps you rescued a plant from a site that was about to be razed for a housing development.
Or as often happened with my father, a seed pod would find its way into his pocket and the following year a new plant would appear in his garden. Every garden has its stories. Walk through mine and see whats lies beneath…
A farmhouse down the road was razed to make way for a new housing development. Along with rocks and flagstone, these blue came home to rest under the lilac. I wonder, whose hands planted these the first time?
This daylily was purchased many years ago one sunny afternoon while driving to visit a friend who had moved out of the valley. I stopped at small nursery many miles from our old home but just 2 miles from where we live now. I had always dreamed of living in the country near that nursery.
Dreams do come true.