One of her favorite things during the summer days when she was not in school was to watch her mother make the yard of their house the prettiest in the neighborhood. The picket fence around the house always had a fresh coat of white paint and the roses her mother grew bloomed bright pretty colors all summer and into the fall and even the winter. The yard of the house had flowers on every side. Some for the shade and some for the bright sun but always there was something blooming and growing up, up, up high.
The little girl's mother had something very special, you see. She had a green thumb! Not really green, but that is what everyone would tell her. It was rumored she could make a telephone pole sprout green leaves! And everyone knows, telephone poles don't grow at all!
Once the little girl grew up and had a house of her own, she wanted to be just like her mother. She would grow plants in pots, in the ground, in the shade and in the sun so there would always be colorful blooms no matter what time of year.
This eventually became a conundrum for the little girl once she did grow up. For no matter what she did, nothing would grow! She would buy a plant at the store and within a few days, it would be wilted and beyond saving. She could grow grass for a little while but it too would brown come winter and again the dirt would be ugly and spotted with weeds in the spring. Only one year did she actually get vegetables to grow in a garden but it was way up north, you see and she did not count on giant hail falling from the sky in August only to bash her tomatoes into the soil and look like a pile of compost when it was done.
The little girl grew older and soon married and became a mother with children of her own and refused to be beaten at this gardening game. For that is what she considered it. A game she had to keep playing until she could win the grand prize of a beautiful yard just like her mothers.
Time passed for the woman (for now she was getting a bit long in the tooth) and they moved from house to house, she and her husband watched their children grow up and soon have families of their own.
And then, a wonderful thing happened. Her childhood which she had treasured for so long, materialized in present time. Lots of the people from that glorious time were gone but definitely not forgotten. Some of the cousins and aunts and uncles were still living in her home town and her family. She came back to live only blocks from the home in which she grew up. The neighborhood was different but very much the same. Some family from her childhood was still close by but most importantly, her children and their families were living so close together that her grandchildren could walk down the street to visit her! They were too young to do this by themselves, so often along with the joy of seeing her grandchildren - for they were indeed a joy - she got to spend much time with their parents - all of whom she considered her own.
The story might end there, for that is indeed a happy ending but it gets even better. Somewhere in the game of gardening, the woman reached her goal! She won the game, you see. Hers was one of the most beautiful gardens in town and everyone who came over exclaimed on the beauty of the flowers in bloom, the green of the grass and the fragrance of the herbs.
She even helped the neighbors across the street along with her family create a family vegetable garden abundant with vegetables, giant pumpkins and the tallest sunflowers you have ever seen!
The woman was very happy. That little girl still inside was jumping for joy. And then even as she thought it could get no better, her son and her husband built her a special room off the side of her house just for her gardening. It was the most beautiful room with a clear roof so the sun could shine in on her while she worked and all her tools were hung from hooks on the wall. And everything she grew blossomed and reached tall for the sky. She was even thinking about getting a part of a telephone pole to try but then thought better. Why push her luck? THIS is the happy ending to this story.
|This is what the garden shed looked like before it was rebuilt by the woman's son and husband. Next posting will show you what it looked like after they built her a new beautiful room!|