Since my granddaughter Gabby was very young,
we've been gardening together.
Grammy and Gabby playing in the dirt side by side,
planting, watering and making things grow.
I think the first time she helped me plant flowers was that precious
Summertime of her third year of life.
It's hard to believe she is nine years old already.
This beautiful creature so full of her own sunshine and flowers.
A lovely friend of mine from Tanzania, Africa once told me,
in her melodic Swahili accent, that,
"Gardening is in the heart of the individual."
I believe she was right.
It was definitely born in the heart of this child I love so much.
She loves the pansies and viola's because they have little "faces" that
smile up at her.
Then there's the old fashioned pink snapdragons that have always been a favorite;
with their "mouths" she loves to gently squeeze open.
Her school is walking distance from my house.
So yesterday,
after we walked hand in hand together while it sprinkled lightly,
I told her there was a surprise waiting at home.
She was delighted to find a happy mixture of flowers waiting for us.
I did the digging and she did most of the planting.
We talked of many things.
From time to time a worm would surface and Gabby would,
ever so gently,
pick it up and set it aside,
reminding me of the placement so I would not
"hurt the worms when I was digging with the shovel."
Ahhh....
A Gentle Spirit...
Another Nature Lover
&
Animal Whisper
A Girl after My Own Heart.
We had a visitor in the garden.
Rosie thought she just might have a nibble or two.
She lives in my yard, spending all of her days here
lying about in the sunshine or the shade.
One moment she's munching grass,
the next moment she is playing with the dogs.
They chase each other round and round the walnut tree.
I've never seen a wild rabbit stop and get nose to nose with a dog before.
She is not intimidated by me in the least.
When I snapped this picture of her
she was literally at my feet and I was talking to her.
The begonia was the first delicacy she decided upon.
No worries however.
I made a quick trip to purchase some spray - on repellant.
Of course I made sure it won't harm any of the wildlife, especially
Miss Rosie.
We needed this hanging basket too.
The gorgeous color explosion just makes us both feel so happy.
The chives are something we planted several summers ago.
I love it when they start to bloom and sway around in the breeze.
Bobbing their tufted heads of soft, soft purple.
A few variety's of mint have lived happily next door to the chives
for many summers now too.
Even though we have to wait until almost the end of the season for it to bloom,
it does get some pretty purple blossoms.
These ancient lover's keep a watchful eye as the season's come and go,
while the birds dine at the feet.
Our little garden grows just beyond my side kitchen window
so when I sit at the table it's what I see.
While I eat, drink tea, knit and daydream,
I watch the dance of flowers in sunshine and rain,
remembering two sets of hands in the dirt,
side by side,
year after year,
growing older together,
and I am happy.
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