Weeds

Cant live with 'em, can't live without 'em .

At least thats how I feel anyways. Theres nothing more therapeutic for me than going outside in the sunshine and giving the plants a pruning, a the weeds a pulling. barefoot of course. I even find myself at other people's homes wanting to weed their garden.. ( an opportunity to practice some self control, no doubt)  I don't know why I love it so much, I just do. 

Perhaps its in my blood. My grandmother is in my opinion, a Master Gardener. Give her anything green and she will grow it bigger and better than you could have ever dreamed of!

One of my earliest, fondest memories was being outside in my grandmas jungle of a garden, laying under the grapevines, running from the bee's.  I remember digging up the potatoes and how it felt like a treasure hunt. I remember feeling so accomplished after filling up the bucket with those gold & red spuds. We would gather green beans too, then straight to the kitchen to prep them for dinner that evening! Picking blueberries so we could have pie for dessert.. 

She passed her passion along to my mother, who passed it on to me. Not even intentionally, we just all share a love and appreciation for these green beings. When I grow them I feel a connection to them, I'd go so far to say you develop a relationship with your garden. You have to love and care for it daily in order for it to thrive and in return they bare beauty, food, shade, oxygen!  I feel like loving them gives me a bit more purpose. It is good for my soul

I look forward to filling Liberty's life with these simple, meaningful memories. I hope to pass along this passion. I hope she develops the same appreciation, the same love for weeding a garden.