Lost Garden

 

 

Weeds
Overwhelmed beds
Rampant neglect of years
Coma’s end is in sight
Resilience

 

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As a child, I had an aversion to gardening. This antipathy was the direct result of my childhood job of weeding. ACK!!!

Why did the children in our family acquire this “fun job” as our introduction to gardening?

Inevitably, as part of married life, Ray and I became home owners. Ironically (or not), the land needed much care. Of course, neither Ray nor I had a clue of how to pursue the necessary transformation. I began contemplating gardening from a different perspective.

I consulted my guru of gardening, my dad.

So, with delight, gardening became an evolving affair I appreciated sharing with him. It provided us with yet another father-daughter bonding activity.

He visited twice a year – spring and fall. Spring was the “gardening” trip and fall was the “cooking for the freezer” trip.

Whether he enjoyed or despised weeding – he never shared. However, he spent hours on end, weeding and weeding and weeding. He treated this menial task as the most important garden assignment available.

Under his tutelage, our perennial-based garden flourished, and he showered compliments on our progress with each seasonal trip.

When he passed away three years ago, I could not abide working in the yard. I tried … frequently; thinking with each attempt, working the garden would be good therapy. However, I could not muster more than a short stay.

Amazingly, I awoke one morning last week, and felt a strong pull to the outdoors … to the pull of weeding …

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© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011

About becca givens

Becca is an artist, poet, and animal communicator. She delights in cooking, nurturing, and sharing a rich spiritual life with others on the Path.
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8 Responses to Lost Garden

  1. Reggie says:

    Don’t ya just love awakenings….very nice story about your dad.

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  2. Very nice job … but I still hate weeding. 🙂

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  3. John says:

    Wow! Very good ~becca! I like the translation as well. It tells a story with or without but the poetry is very nice. Thanks for sharing.

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    • Becca Givens says:

      Ahh, thank you, John … the prose came first … and just moments from hitting the “publish” button … these words started bursting forth … as if having an independent life of their own … “they” would not be denied! Voila, background for the cinquain … Appreciate your visit this morning.

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  4. trisha says:

    weeding is sure a punishment. we had to do it too but we were allowed the pleasures of gardening too.

    i am not a good gardener, but i loved spending time in garden and doing anything there- weeding, pruning, watering, planting 🙂

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