my mother loved my garden
When my mother was 100 I created a post for her using 100 garden and nature photos. That was nearly three years ago. She didn't make it to her 103rd birthday.
My mother loved my garden but she didn't always love it. She didn't understand it. It didn't fit with her idea of a garden. It was messy. There were leaves on the garden beds. There was no symmetry. And maybe worst of all, there were insects, that she associated with dirt and danger.
One day I took her around the garden and explained my ideas and aims. I told her I was aiming to create garden pictures. Ideally, wherever you looked, from every side, I said, it was a pleasing picture. I explained the importance of mulching the soil, and how important insects and all wildlife were because a garden is also a habitat.
And she got it. She grew to love the garden, and appreciated it and how it was always changing. And I loved sharing it with her. Now all that is left are memories, precious memories.
|In the acquarium in the Emergency Department|
|A flowering gum in the street near the hospital where I parked the car|
|The view at sunset from her hospital room|
|Orchid given to my mother in hospital|