This Forever and Ever hydrangea was added last year
and is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.
These shade-loving hostas and ferns
found their home here in 2000.
We built the garage in 1998
and the garden sprung up around it.
Shortly before he died, my son helped me
build the central bed in the front.
After his death, we planted oodles
of perennials to round it out
and to remain connected to life.
Gardening is good therapy.
The patio is sited in a spot that held a swimming pool
for our children when they were young.
Their squeals of joy still echo from here sometimes;
if you listen closely you can hear them.
An Americana climber is coming to embrace
its new home in the front, central bed.
This one is my daughter's favorite rose.
My garden dreams include:
more roses, more shrubbery, stone paths,
additional iron fencing, and a water feature.
Then I might be able to say that the garden is finished.
Who am I kidding? No garden is ever complete.
On this Memorial day, I wish you some time
for reflection and for reverie---
a time to remember and a time to dream.
Until next time...