My parents[both gone] were not into garden decorations so I don't have anything in that respect. But..every time I step into my garden I think of my mom and dad and how hard they worked in their garden. My dad loved his trees, mom loved her flowers. She has sweet peas growing on the corner fence with red climbing roses, red and white dahlias, peonies, lilacs, tulips, pansies and borage. When I dig the soil they're with me. I remember my mom cursing the squirrels for ruining her tulips-a never ending battle. My dad tending the compost pile and fighting the encroaching bamboo. I take these thoughts with me every time I'm getting my hands dirty because that's all I have left.
