My Mother’s garden theater, have your smile ready! Give her a shovel, a broom, a hose, throw in an hammer, some nails, a few acres…off she goes in her house dress and sandals, she is a happy set designer gardener.
Planting a scene while working up a sweat, is her idea of relaxation. She is up before six ready to roll, claiming the day is flying by, as she races around with a multitude of projects up her sleeves. Mom is a wonder woman from the get-go!
Nothing is thrown away, everything has a thousand ways to be useful. Doll house on a chair has a fancy foundation, or a good place to sit! Why be ordinary when you can be extraordinary? Or at least re-invented!
I wonder what Feng Shui would say about birdhouses that are climbing up a red ladder, with a Tarzan rope to help them stay put..note, this is the entry to my parent’s home!
A new way to take an herb bath, with a green splash! In the front yard no less.
Flower bed. With ground cover. Fertile bed.
In my Mother’s garden ideas sprout, new life buds in old worn out things, anything is a possible planter if it can hold water, dirt, and a few seedlings! There isn’t reason to her rhyme, nothing is written in the script, she doesn’t bury her imagination but lets it grow amongst the evergreen.
Tools without hang ups for hanging around.
…Oh! The flower show is for another day!
photos: Sunday afternoon garden theatre with front row seats, my Mother’s garden uncovered!
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