Blue Leaves

I found history by gardening. My father was always gardening. My grandmother was an avid gardener. Along with me passes an acknowledged tradition.

The styles of lives are played out in our gardens. While I never really got to know my grandmother, I saw her garden twice. It was practical. She had almost everything in pots and long hose that allowed her complete control. I wish I could have spoken to her. Maybe I would have learned her history. Her story of unnoticed life, and buried triumphs.