Let’s take a little trip down memory lane, shall we? Today’s memory is gardening. It was prompted by the view from my bedroom window. This year’s garden is on its last legs. It happens every year – the sunlight grows a little less warm, leaves and vines become wilted and turn brownish.
This change in the seasons reminds me of how the whole process started. It jogs memories from the past and how early spring meant getting up extremely early (too early for a little kid to be up) and planting. Dad was the gardener in the family. My mom assisted here and there, but Dad was the one diligent about remembering to water and weed.