For me, few things are more satisfying than digging into the earth, uprooting weeds, pruning back shrubs, and planting bulbs. It’s also a beautiful way to commemorate someone you love. We have neighbors in the Berkshires who plant a fruit tree each time a new grandchild is born. (They have a whole orchard now!) When my mother died a few years ago, a bleeding heart was flowering outside her bedroom window. After the funeral, my aunt uprooted a bleeding heart for me to plant in my own garden in my mother’s memory. Every June now, when it comes to full flower, I’m able to recall those final, loving, remarkably happy weeks my mother and I shared. I think gardens are great reminders of the fundamental truths: nothing lasts forever … keep your eye on the sparrow… if winter comes can spring be far behind?
How does your garden grow?
H
