"In search of my mother's garden, I found my own"
I always think of my mom when I am in the garden. She had the greenest thumb I've ever seen and always grew the best tomatoes and the prettiest flowers. She was completely at home in the garden. She always encouraged me to get out and dig in the dirt with her. In my silly youth I was always too busy or just not interested. In hindsight (damn that whole 20/20 thing) I wish I would have taken the time to learn some of what she could have taught me.
|Cosmos in our garden for the first time last summer!|
|My mom and Aunt when they were Littles in NYC|
|Baby Me and my mom (with her larger-than-life attitude and super cool '70's boots)|
I brought my new seeds home feeling like I was now part of this awesome cycle. A couple of weekends ago, I put those seeds in the ground and I am now anxiously awaiting their germination. This spring has been very dry and pretty chilly, so everything's delayed a bit, but I'm sure they'll peek soon!
|My Grandma Eve in the '80's|