I inherited a love of gardening from my grandmother, who passed it down to her daughter, my Aunt Sue, and to me and so wherever I have lived, I’ve planted a garden. It is also a response to my mother who dreamed about planting a garden but often was overwhelmed by the task.
The last two days have given us a fair amount of rain that was badly needed in New Orleans. It’s been unusually dry and cooler than expected for this time of year. And the rain has coaxed out the morning glories that I planted from seeds along the fence, and has made the hydrangea bloom a deeper pink. The tomatoes ripen every day, but I stop to pick then eat them standing there that few make it into the kitchen for salads.
When the world is too much with me, you’ll find me in the garden.