Saturday, February 21, 2015

IN MY GARDEN (not quite)

My mother was born in New York City and never had a garden.  But when we moved to Florida she found out that she could make anything grow.  Someone would give her a cutting and she would stick it in the ground and watch it become enormous.  This lady had no gardening tools, no fertilizer, no potting soil, no knowledge of tropical plants and yet everything she touched grew like crazy.  She was like Jack with the magic beanstalk. Neighbors had stunted shrubs, dead flowers and pathetic saplings on their clear cut lots; we lived in the midst of a botanical garden.

A friend gave her a tiny maple tree; soon it towered over the house. People gave her almost dead plants; she would revive them.  She was the original Green Thumb.

Naturally, I believed I would inherit this enviable talent.  When I had my own garden I would create a vibrant paradise where I would sit with a frosty glass of lemony iced tea and survey my gorgeous domain.
It never happened.

Oh, I had tools and gardening books and potting soil and fertilizer. I planted flower seeds which never came up.  Friends gave me tiny trees which died in a week.  I watered, I pruned, I covered the plants when a freeze came and this was usually the result.
My puppy Darcy is saying "This is a garden?"

No, Darcy, THIS is a garden.

This paradise is what I always dreamed of creating, but never could.  It belongs to my college roommate and best friend Linda and her husband Eris.  This gorgeous garden is the result of their creative imagination and 45 years of backbreaking work.

This beautiful place has always been my ideal garden and although I could never create this Eden even if I had 45 years, I hold it in my mind's eye as my inspiration as I start over again in another place.

Right now my garden is only imaginary and my "cottage" is really a little condo.  But I want to transform and create my small sanctuary, always holding the above garden in my heart to move me onward.


  1. Love all the pictures of gardens! Linda's is lovely although I think your thumb is greener than you let on!

  2. Thank you! I always compare myself to my mother and Linda and invariably come up short. My vision is far larger than my grasp.