Dirt under my fingernails, sunburn
on my shoulders, scratches all over my knees…it’s been a good day.
Today I’ve finally been able to get
out into the garden, after too many weeks of constant rain (ok, I know, rain
will make the flowers grow) and cold, overcast skies, the sun has arrived, and
with it came a very special package of iris bulbs! At the Mount Clemens house,
the highlight of my spring and summer was my garden, I loved getting dirty and
digging up holes to plant new flowers every spring, and watching them grow and
bloom. There was always a vase of my hyacinths and iris’s on the kitchen table,
and every summer I would pray my lilies would bloom before I left for Camp.
One of the
saddest parts of leaving the actual house in The Clem was leaving behind my
garden…sadder still was driving past the next year and seeing that my trellis
arch, the one my dad and brother had built for me and had been the happy home
to my clematis and morning glories, had been removed by the new homeowners!
But all was
not lost! My grandma had rescued most of my iris bulbs, and replanted them in
her own garden, awaiting the day when I would once again have a place to tend
them. A few went to my mom in Maryland, and now, a few have found a home in the
garden of the Chapel House. I cant wait to see their colorful faces!
I feel like
my little iris’s and I have a lot in common, we have both been dug up and
replanted in many gardens in just a few years, yet we manage to dig down our
roots and bloom.
I just hope that I can give my baby flowers the love and
care that my Gardener gives me!
