In My Friend's Garden

In my friend's garden I am excited with all the beautiful flowers and all the romantic decor -- birdhouses, birdbaths, ornamental sculpture.  Every time I see her, I bring my camera and snap the progression. 

 

It is now June.  The weather has been cool all spring in Southern California, so her garden is a riot of bloom.Her garden reminds me of my grandmother's backyard.  My grandmother had a green thumb.  She could throw a seed, and she would have a showpiece of blooms in no time.

We had veggies all year because my grandmother and mother would spend hours canning -- green beans, tomatoes and peaches.  They would make "bread and butter" pickles.  

There were snapdragons, peonies, roses, geraniums, marigolds and zinnias.  

From the most difficult to grow to the almost weeds, she could grow them, and they all looked like they were meant to be together.  

Thanks to Phyllis, I can bring forth those memories of my grandmother's backyard.

    

"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers."~ Claude Monet