I started this blog without a clear idea of what I wanted. I started off writing a continuing story about a girl who found love, sort of a fictionalized character of me. It didn’t work. Then I deleted all my posts and gave up.
Now, that I’ve come back to it, I don’t see it as giving up. I spent some time away from the blog. I forgot about it. Then my uncle asked me last month if I had a blog that he could follow. He wanted a way to be a part of my life because we live in different states.
“What a great idea my uncle had,” I thought to myself.
Today, I started fresh and created a new blog, Navy Wife Gets a Life. After a while, I stared at this one, Daily Dose of Daisies. I read the blog title over and over. I stared at the empty screen on my computer. Nothing was posted. Blank.
“My grandma used to love gardening,” I thought. Then I had an idea for this blog.
I have this book of Grams published in 1916, Flower Guide by Chester A. Reed. I believe it had been her mother’s book. In the right hand corner of the first page is her mother’s name written in pencil and the date. The date is a little smudged, but I think it reads, 1919. The book is small, 3in. X 5in. It gives pictures and brief descriptions of wild flowers.
Grams loved her garden. Her rose bushes in the front of the stone house are what I remember most. I’ve seen red and yellow roses growing amongst the thorns and deep green leaves. Even after she passed away, Grams’ roses thrived! Now the house is sold and I don’t know what’s going to happen to her roses.
My aunt also has the touch for gardening. She has a beautiful house near a rocky beach in Southern California. When I visit I enjoy a variety of flowers. In her garden, I’ve seen Birds of Paradise, Hydrangea, and Bogenvia. And further into her backyard, she grows her own herbs. Imagine walking out onto your moist grass and cutting some fresh basil to go on top of your pasta.
I don’t have a yard to grow my own garden, not yet. One day I will. I think I share that same passion Grams had for gardens. My idea for this blog is to journal my experiences and exploration of different types of gardens, flowers, etc. Mainly, I see a lot of journaling about my memories of Grams and the joys she brought to me and the family.
I would like to close with something written by Chester A. Reed. He wrote, “Whose heart is not gladdened at the sight of the first Mayflower or Arbutus in the spring? Who can pass a body of water, its glistening with the beauty of the Water Lily, without appreciation? In the fall who can traverse a field blind to the brilliancy of the seas of Purple Asters and gleams of the Goldenrod?”
I wonder how many times Grams read this passage from her book, Flower Guide. I wonder how many times has she stopped and watch the ducklings in the pond and appreciate them. I wonder how many times has she taken in the scents of exotic flowers and be satisfied. I wonder how powerful those three questions are.
Now, that I’ve come back to it, I don’t see it as giving up. I spent some time away from the blog. I forgot about it. Then my uncle asked me last month if I had a blog that he could follow. He wanted a way to be a part of my life because we live in different states.
“What a great idea my uncle had,” I thought to myself.
Today, I started fresh and created a new blog, Navy Wife Gets a Life. After a while, I stared at this one, Daily Dose of Daisies. I read the blog title over and over. I stared at the empty screen on my computer. Nothing was posted. Blank.
“My grandma used to love gardening,” I thought. Then I had an idea for this blog.
I have this book of Grams published in 1916, Flower Guide by Chester A. Reed. I believe it had been her mother’s book. In the right hand corner of the first page is her mother’s name written in pencil and the date. The date is a little smudged, but I think it reads, 1919. The book is small, 3in. X 5in. It gives pictures and brief descriptions of wild flowers.
Grams loved her garden. Her rose bushes in the front of the stone house are what I remember most. I’ve seen red and yellow roses growing amongst the thorns and deep green leaves. Even after she passed away, Grams’ roses thrived! Now the house is sold and I don’t know what’s going to happen to her roses.
My aunt also has the touch for gardening. She has a beautiful house near a rocky beach in Southern California. When I visit I enjoy a variety of flowers. In her garden, I’ve seen Birds of Paradise, Hydrangea, and Bogenvia. And further into her backyard, she grows her own herbs. Imagine walking out onto your moist grass and cutting some fresh basil to go on top of your pasta.
I don’t have a yard to grow my own garden, not yet. One day I will. I think I share that same passion Grams had for gardens. My idea for this blog is to journal my experiences and exploration of different types of gardens, flowers, etc. Mainly, I see a lot of journaling about my memories of Grams and the joys she brought to me and the family.
I would like to close with something written by Chester A. Reed. He wrote, “Whose heart is not gladdened at the sight of the first Mayflower or Arbutus in the spring? Who can pass a body of water, its glistening with the beauty of the Water Lily, without appreciation? In the fall who can traverse a field blind to the brilliancy of the seas of Purple Asters and gleams of the Goldenrod?”
I wonder how many times Grams read this passage from her book, Flower Guide. I wonder how many times has she stopped and watch the ducklings in the pond and appreciate them. I wonder how many times has she taken in the scents of exotic flowers and be satisfied. I wonder how powerful those three questions are.
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