Grandma’s Garden
By Miss Jaimmie
When I was young, I would spend weeks at a time
visiting my grandma in her small town. Having one-on-one time away from the
city and the siblings was always a special treat. I fondly recall listening to Young
and the Restless on the radio in the mornings while we prepared for a day
of rummaging, visiting the library and gardening. Grandma’s house was small and
cozy, but her garden was immense and flourishing. Filled with herbs, flowers, fairy homes,
veggies, berries and treasures, grandma’s garden was a peaceful,
wonderland. I especially loved when she sent
me out to gather raspberries (my favorite food to this day). She had to laugh when, after spending a good
deal of time harvesting the fruits, I would come back with few berries, a full
belly and pink fingers.
Years ago, when we bought our home, we went back to
work in grandma’s garden, dividing flowers and herbs and bringing them home to
grow in our little city garden. Nearly 17 years later, grandma’s heirloom
echinacea, columbine, lemon balm, thyme and countless other plants thrive in
our yard, year after year. Nowadays, grandma doesn’t get around as well
anymore. So, grandpa tends the garden. There are fewer flowers and more
rutabagas and potatoes. On pleasant
mornings, grandma sits in her gazebo overlooking the garden, enjoying the
birds, blooms and the butterflies in the sunshine.
While I can’t claim to have inherited my grandparents’
green thumb, I still enjoy spending time in the garden. And, when I see the
children harvesting raspberries in LifeWays’ garden, I am reminded of those
wholesome (and delicious!) memories of my childhood in grandma’s garden.
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