I grew up in Arkansas on a few acres in the woods, near a creek. My parents bought this piece of land with a little fishing cabin on it and built a house. It was wild, pretty much un-inhabitied. Over time my parents have worked and cleared and cleaned until it has become a haven of relaxation.
I remember going with my Mom and Aunt Carolyn on Sunday afternoons gathering flowers, and bushes to plant in our yard. I must have been 7 or 8. I didn't particulary enjoy the work of digging up these flowers or planting them.
What I did love was spending time with my Mom and learning which flowers were daffodils, hyacinths, iris. There were were bushes called Golden Rods, Wisteria and the lovely Rose of Sharon tree. Every spring when the flowers started to bloom, I would think of how we transplanted these flowers and recall each of their names.
The last time I visited my folks place, the Wisteria was huge, the cascading purple flowers were gorgeous. One of the things I was so happy to see in the yard of my new home was a huge wisteria. I watered it like crazy and with the help of Miracle-Gro it was so pretty all summer long.
Every spring I plant flowers and think of the time spent with my Mom. This year I am starting off with purple daisies, a variety of petunias and then I'm on to the vegetable gardneing. It gets me outside in the fresh air and is so enjoyable.
Emmet loves to help and I know that I am continuing the tradition to Gro Something Greater. Head on over to the Gro Something Greater site and share your stories!