I really enjoyed reading this article. I have been blessed with the heartfelt joy that washes over my soul, upon the experience my sense encounter each time I set foot in any garden. This lovely inheritance I received, in particular, from my maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather. When I read Ms Tenpas' article on the deadheading of her Aunt's pansies I had to laugh out loud. I had a similar experience at about the age of six with my mother's red geraniums that filled the flower box under the front porch window, and again with her nasturtiums when I was about eight or nine years old. I also could not help thinking of Granny Bob's gardening especially the "fairies" she would introduce me to in her Rock Garden ... and of Pappa Speedy's roses, banana plants, and tomatoes.
I remember... the colors, the fragrance and aroma, the taste, the soft velvet of flower petals between my fingers, the morning dew on the moss rose... the warmth of Granny's calloused hand in mine as she shared sage wisdom and inspired fantasy ... the sparkling blue twinkle in Pappa's blue eyes and the soft, deep chuckle in his throat as he held me up to see the miniature banana's hanging in the shade of his garden shed.