My Moms garden is a special place . The cool tranquil tropical beauty beckons you past the worn kitchen door. You step out and instantly the stress rains off your shoulders. It is my mothers trophy , her Magnum Opus.
My best memories of my mother are her in a pair of old capris, ratty t shirt and blue keds sneakers. Her long black hair in a messy bun on top of her head. A trowel in her hand. The smell of fish emulsion wafting in the air. She is a connessouer of fine soil. She taught me what good dirt was all about. How it felt, smelled and what you did to make it better.
At 84 she's still at it. Pouring over catalogs. Finding the perfect plant to fit in a rock crevice. Reshaping and reworking her Magnum Opus.
My love of gardening is due to her. Thank you Mom for giving me this wonderful gift.
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