After tending little ones from diapers to driver’s licenses, a woman, or man get used to and become competent at giving care. When their services are not as time consuming as the children grow older, the parent will turn to that which also needs care, roses, or a garden. There is weeding, watering, making sure the requirements are met for a healthy and happy plant. There is the payoff of flowers or fruit or simply knowing that something is thriving under your watchful eye. Just like children. I am the Mother of this garden in a way, or any patch of dirt that I tend. It is good.
May you all enjoy time with family and friends during this Thanksgiving Week!
The Photos, highlighted words are links to previous posts about the subject:
1. The back of the shed with old gardening implements hanging to greet the new day.
2. The fruit, first one ever on a dwarf pomegranate tree, also greeting the new day.
3. Glass mushroom and leaves, frosted.
4. Mrs. Bongo Congo, left and her offspring Whimsy with moss makeup being shared.
5. Viburnum ‘Cardinal Candy’
6. Daylily babies created by my own hands, growing well.