Mission Impossible....well, not really...


When I woke up Monday morning to my mother saying " Are you coming with me or what?" the last thing I expected to accomplish in the next three hours was to be committed to a rescue mission or pop a garden into existence where there wasn't even a hint of one before

Never the less, once she had managed to get me up to go run with her she proceeded to brief me on our mission for the morning.

She had been feeling sorry for a lonely Daisey that had made it's home in the middle of a vacant lot at the back of our neighborhood. It had no one to love it so we took into our heads to bring it home.

After we ran home and chugged a gallon of water ( well, at least I did. Mom was too ninja for that), we proceeded with our plan. I threw the shovel in the back of the car and Mom grabbed a box and we were set on a mission.

I couldn't help but giggle to myself as Mom hummed the mission impossible theme while we drove through our still sleeping neighborhood.

Once the Daisey had been rescued we dug around in the weeds and hauled rocks to create an edge to our garden.


It was now about 8:30. I had to be to work in about three hours and I had yet to shower from our running episode that morning. Now I thought that we were just going to dig a small hole and put he daisy in, put some rocks around it and call it good. Little did I know my mother had bigger plans.

Once back at the house she began tearing into the yard around our front window wells. Apparently she intended to dig a flower garden right then and there!




Shocked as I was I heeded her beckoning to come and "be one with the earth" which is her way of saying -get sunburned and up to your eyeballs in dirt all before ten in the morning.

but I can't say I'm disappointed with the out come of out little adventure.

After adding a few other flowers to our new garden space it's become a lovely addition to our front yard.





Gardens are peaceful places that promote wellness and are a wonderful source of therapy. I really love things that grow and getting to feel the dirt between my toes and fingers. Besides, the things we grow ourselves always taste better
than that store bought stuff.


It's nice to come home and see it everyday and know that I was part of creating it and the flowers that grow there are my babies who look to me for love and nourishment.

Guess that means I was meant to be a gardener....
go love something that grows :)

Comments

  1. KBlackJune 22, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    Sounds like your mom is just like her mother :) Be happy to get that in your blood and cultivate it. I was given 2 brown thumbs. Can you believe you are going to college...I can't. xoxoxox

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