So beautiful. Your story brought me to tears. Thank you for reminding us how special that relationship was, when our parents have been gone a while. (My dad passed 23 years ago next month). But I still see his smile and remember how much he believed in me. Thanks again David. ❤️
Thank you for sharing such intimate memories. I, too, hated all the yard work, weeding, gardening, lawn mowing while growing up. And now I have turned into a gardening fiend. And thank you for helping me to reflect on my own father's life and love.
Terry, thank you so much for the kind words. Losing a parent is so fraught with all kinds of emotions. I didn't go into it here, but there were also feelings of exhaustion, gratitude, and, selfishly, relief. So complicated.
Enjoying your garden memories of your father. My father passed over 20 years ago but I have his sorrel plants coming up each year, seeds he brought back from Hungary.
I can still see my Madeira born step-grandfather’s garden in the backyard of the yellow house on 90th street in Oakland, CA. Corn, tomatoes, fava beans (of course!), chickens, squash…and the fruit trees! Apricot, peach, plums, pluots…and the lovely arbor with a tangle of passion fruit vines. Thanks for nudging this lovely memory out of the past, David!
I also refused gardening when pressed by my mother when I was depressed only to find out in my 40’s it was the greatest spiritual elixir
That is so marvelous to hear, Anina!
Such a beautiful tribute to your father.
Thank you!
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So beautiful. Your story brought me to tears. Thank you for reminding us how special that relationship was, when our parents have been gone a while. (My dad passed 23 years ago next month). But I still see his smile and remember how much he believed in me. Thanks again David. ❤️
Jennifer, you're more than welcome. It's important to keep these memories alive, close at hand.
Thank you for sharing such intimate memories. I, too, hated all the yard work, weeding, gardening, lawn mowing while growing up. And now I have turned into a gardening fiend. And thank you for helping me to reflect on my own father's life and love.
You are more than welcome. Nancy.
David, truly touched! As with Notes on a Banana you get to the heart of the matter! You truly convey the pathos of losing a parent.
Terry, thank you so much for the kind words. Losing a parent is so fraught with all kinds of emotions. I didn't go into it here, but there were also feelings of exhaustion, gratitude, and, selfishly, relief. So complicated.
Enjoying your garden memories of your father. My father passed over 20 years ago but I have his sorrel plants coming up each year, seeds he brought back from Hungary.
What a lovely way to stay connected to your dad!
I can still see my Madeira born step-grandfather’s garden in the backyard of the yellow house on 90th street in Oakland, CA. Corn, tomatoes, fava beans (of course!), chickens, squash…and the fruit trees! Apricot, peach, plums, pluots…and the lovely arbor with a tangle of passion fruit vines. Thanks for nudging this lovely memory out of the past, David!
That sounds so wonderful, Karletta! Pluots...how exotic!!
Thanks for all of this! Poignant to read your path to gardening.
Thanks, Amy!