Summer is coming fast school's ending and my gardens are blooming and humming with bees, I love this time of year, brown has turned to green and then bust into colors, the air smells so alive!
I love the kids racing outside after school forgetting to put away backpacks, lunch boxes and running right past their snack. I love the smell of the damp soil as I plant this years vegetable garden and sneak in a few new flowers. This is what I wait for all winter as I plan and scheme my garden layout.
This is my promise of new life and adventures.
My garden isn't just another garden its is memories past, present and future.
My past memories growing up and visiting my grandmother playing in her garden, not touching her flowers but looking watching and imaging the fairies that I was sure would have picked her garden for a home. The magic that she had in her garden, and her love of gardening passed to me though her gift of many flower starts and all my beautiful iris.
My present memories of my girls asking for names of the flowers, knowing which ones are from their great grandmother, their love of planting flowers in their own flower garden, working in the garden with me without being mad, and watching them find adventures in the flowers.
Gardens are full of the future each fall when my girls help to scatter the seeds of our dried plants hoping that some will take root and make our garden more beautiful than the last year. Loving that there will always be a future to dream about, those tiny seeds that grow into our dreams and what our lives are made of.
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