All Things Grow With Love (A Father’s Day Tribute)

We all have memories of our childhood.  Good memories and bad memories. Although hopefully more good than bad.

Sometimes the way we remember things is very different from what really happened. Over the years our memories become muddled, distorted, enlarged, minimized, twisted, or  enhanced.

But the memories are ours to keep and ours to remember….however we may.

They connect our past and our present.

They make the events of today more meaningful in some ways that cannot always be explained or understood.

The past two weeks we’ve watched our Little Garden That Could grow and grow. After a run in with a pesky chipmunk, I decided to expand the garden and add some new plants that my friend gave me.

Each day I go out to the garden. I look at it. I smile.

Sometimes I pull some itty bitty weeds.

Sometimes I go around the perimeter and identify each plant and note its progress.

I study the leaves.

I look for new developments.

I push the dirt around and fill in the holes that stinking chipmunk has left behind.

I take pictures and send them to the kids when they are not home.

Every time I go in my bedroom, I can’t help but look out the window at the backyard and admire the progress.

I am not sure why I get such joy out of the garden.

Perhaps it is because of the memories I have of not one, but two dads, a grandpa and gardens.

Every time I am in the garden I am reminded of my stepdad’s giant garden when I was little.  It was out back, behind the shed and by the sandbox.

Preparing the kids for what lies ahead, I have told them at least a half a dozen times how it was my job to pick the vegetables.  I used to go out before dinner and pick the vegetables he “ordered”….a bowl full of cherry tomatoes, two green peppers, the biggest tomato I could find…

I don’t remember him specifically working in the garden. I am not sure when that work was done. But I do remember him cooking out, slicing tomatoes, and making the best BBQ burgers on the grill.

I remember not liking  hating stuffed peppers. Not even wanting to eat the insides because that green pepper flavor tainted the rice mixture.

I remember the sprinkler in the garden. It threw a spray of water on the swing set and if you timed it just right it was like swinging in the rain.

And then there was my dad.  He didn’t have a garden. Although he often tells the funny story of my stepmom wanting a giant garden, planting it, and then letting the weeds take over for the entire summer.  Until one day, she walks into the garden and hollers, “There’s vegetables in here” as if she forgot she ever planted them.

But my dad’s dad….he had a huge garden. My dad took us there every Tuesday to visit and in the early days of my childhood, when my grandma and grandpa were younger, I remember walking around the perimeter of the garden.

Grandpa would have us identify each plant and note its progress.

I remember the nets he placed over the strawberry plants to keep away the pesky birds.

I remember the green hedges that bordered the garden on three sides…where little bunnies would dart out and startle us.

I remember the giant cherry tree that he covered with a gigantic net and how my dad would hold us up so we could pick the cherries. We’d reach high up in the net and pluck the cherries that were not stolen by the birds.

Sometimes we’d pick some vegetables and put them in wooden baskets and take them to grandma who was waiting on the front porch.

And then she would tell us it was time for Wheel of Fortune or ask us if we wanted to play Uno at the kitchen table.

These are  my memories..the ones that flood me when I am working in the garden.

The ones that bring me joy.

They connect my past and present.

And as we watch this garden grow this summer, so will the memories.

All things grow with love.

All things grow with love. The Little Garden That Could (2 weeks old)  {Oops! Ian got a little crazy with the garden stakes!)

3 responses

  1. […] Father’s Day 2013 post: All Things Grow With Love (A Father’s Day Tribute) […]

  2. Gardens and grandpas are powerful images for me too (uber staking included). So glad to see you flexing so many of your facets. TEACHER in da house! Congrats on your SmartBoard bonanza as well. I remain, a big fan. Dan

  3. What sweet memories to be reminded of– I hope you have a better green thumb than I do, though 😉

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