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- Jan 20, 2001
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Today (Sunday) my family went to Yakima Washington to spend the day with my DH's 88 year old grandmother. Her health has been failing, and she has made the decision to move from her home to a place where her family can help her in daily chores. It is a sad day for this fine woman. Her family homesteaded the region. She and her husband Paul moved into the home she is leaving - at a time when it was "in the country". Now the acreage sits in the middle of town - an oasis in a largely residential area. Through the years, Lucy tended to her garden. A master at placing starts here or there... effecting a blend of color and height - that are the envy of many who work hard to try and achieve such harmony. She has forgotten more than I will ever know about the gentle art of coaxing life and beauty from simple soil and compost.
What a fitting day to say goodbye to her garden. A spring day - and all the dogwoods were in bloom.
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All the frothy blue flowers float beautifully above the ground covering of green.
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Everywhere there are giant bushes of Peonys. Blooms the size of pie plates. So gorgeous to behold.
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Each bloom a masterpiece in and of itself.
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Outside her big bay window... is the water feature. You can see it from many vantages in her home. Appropriately enough it has a lion standing guard. A tribute to her married name - Lyon.
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Even the small cottage in the back of the property is covered with a grape arbor and climbing flowers.
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She would not let me take a picture of her. She instead asked that I capture her garden for her. As it was a gift she would cherish most fondly of all. And so I honored her request and captured many images in my camera. Only a handful I share here with you today. I hope to return them to her soon - to ease her transition to this next phase of her life. We had an opportunity to talk alone - as the others all busied themselves with other interests. And for a moment, I was her... facing the fear of a changed life... and grieving for the loss of something she had labored so long upon. Her garden of love.
I am renewed in my desire to be in the garden. For the time there may be not long enough.
Today (Sunday) my family went to Yakima Washington to spend the day with my DH's 88 year old grandmother. Her health has been failing, and she has made the decision to move from her home to a place where her family can help her in daily chores. It is a sad day for this fine woman. Her family homesteaded the region. She and her husband Paul moved into the home she is leaving - at a time when it was "in the country". Now the acreage sits in the middle of town - an oasis in a largely residential area. Through the years, Lucy tended to her garden. A master at placing starts here or there... effecting a blend of color and height - that are the envy of many who work hard to try and achieve such harmony. She has forgotten more than I will ever know about the gentle art of coaxing life and beauty from simple soil and compost.
What a fitting day to say goodbye to her garden. A spring day - and all the dogwoods were in bloom.
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All the frothy blue flowers float beautifully above the ground covering of green.
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Everywhere there are giant bushes of Peonys. Blooms the size of pie plates. So gorgeous to behold.
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Each bloom a masterpiece in and of itself.
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Outside her big bay window... is the water feature. You can see it from many vantages in her home. Appropriately enough it has a lion standing guard. A tribute to her married name - Lyon.
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Even the small cottage in the back of the property is covered with a grape arbor and climbing flowers.
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She would not let me take a picture of her. She instead asked that I capture her garden for her. As it was a gift she would cherish most fondly of all. And so I honored her request and captured many images in my camera. Only a handful I share here with you today. I hope to return them to her soon - to ease her transition to this next phase of her life. We had an opportunity to talk alone - as the others all busied themselves with other interests. And for a moment, I was her... facing the fear of a changed life... and grieving for the loss of something she had labored so long upon. Her garden of love.
I am renewed in my desire to be in the garden. For the time there may be not long enough.