walking through life’s garden…

After the first half of my oddly caffeinated trip to Kentucky, I visited some of my relatives before heading back home again. I had to see one of my littlest cousins, because it’s been over a year since I saw him. He’s now walking and jumping strong, though he’s still a bit shy of strangers. He took time getting used to us, while I helped my aunt put blueberries in freezer bags.

My aunt and uncle love to garden, so we made sure to take a walk through and see what they’ve been growing this year. Broccoli, tomatoes, potatoes, and many other things are great, but they’re not as photogenic as sunflowers and gladiolas.

Why is it that we remember certain flowers best, because they were part of someone’s wedding? Even if you weren’t at that wedding, memories will become attached to the blooms that arrive on anniversaries. The garden had a whole row or two of gladiolas, which were part of the bouquet from my grandma’s wedding. Gladiolas are quite tall, so we think they were held in a kind of sheaf towards the crook of her arm.

Right from the start, I wandered through the greenery, doing my best to not step on anything that was supposed to be alive, and navigating paths that smelled of different types of mulch. The sun was so brilliant that my micro-zoom on my Nikon camera was great fun to use. I love being able to take pictures without using a flash.

One sunflower had fallen over or broken, so it had been moved to an empty row, where they’re still waiting for the watermelons to being to sprout.

Several rows of corn were growing, though the ears weren’t very large yet. Now that I’m back in the U.S., I’m really looking forward to summer corn, dripping with butter and salt. My family would live on it, if we could. Fresh corn on the cob. Yum.

Aren’t plants amazing? They start so small and like the sunflowers, grow so huge. And even looking at an unopened sunflower, who would ever guess what it would open to look like?

Upon finding the honeysuckle bush, I only took pictures, rather than tasting any. The look and smell of the bush make it obvious that it’s honeysuckle. But still, if you live in the south, especially in South Carolina, there’s some added caution from knowing of the existence of yellow jasmine, which is NOT safe to taste. And honeysuckle flowers do turn yellowish. I told myself I was being silly, but still didn’t try any. Some other time.

The neighbors had a nest of swallows on their porch, so I was given permission to go up on the porch to take a closer picture. But it really wasn’t very close, because they all looked like they were glaring at me, and I didn’t really want to be dive-bombed. Judging by the pile of bird poo under their nest, who knows what they might be capable of doing to me?

Around that same porch were lots of moonflowers, just beginning to open, though they wouldn’t open fully until nighttime. I think I’ve heard of flowers that do that, but not often. I was assured that if you watch closely enough, you can see them begin to untwist. None did so on my watch, though.

On our walk back to the house, I paused to examine several types of flowers, including those that grow wild in the fields. When was the last time that I saw Queen Anne’s Lace and thistles? I don’t know if they have Queen Anne’s Lace in Australia, but I’ve missed it.

When I spoke of wedding bouquets, wildflowers can be covered in this topic, as well. When my aunt and uncle got married, their bouquet was made of Queen Anne’s Lace and wild chicory. I wish I could’ve taken some pictures of both, but the chicory wasn’t blooming there in Kentucky. I’m pretty sure I saw some on the drive home, though.

Who doesn’t need a lovely dose of family and flowers, now and then? I know I do. I hope you were able to get a little taste, too.

P.S. Did anyone notice that I have both SUNflowers and MOONflowers in this post? I only just caught that.  : )

One thought on “walking through life’s garden…

  1. I love moonflowers… I discovered them growing in a cast-off part of our neighbor’s driveway. Our neighbor, Dottie, is nearing her 70s and is such a fantastic reference to our past and to things that my generation has long forgotten or given up caring about. We’re good neighbors to one another; our families will lend a hand (and tools) to one another whenever needed, and Dottie has an open invitation to stomp through our yard collecting/digging up dandelions (her husband sprays their lawn, whereas we do not) for salads and fritters. You can’t pick who your neighbors are, but you sure do cultivate the good ones that you find.

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