Midge's Garden

Feverfew

A month ago, July 4, 2011, George and I spent most of the day preparing a garden bed for various plants, shrubs and flowers. The combination of the varieties I chose were inspired by my friend, Midge. Midge's garden is a well-established perennial haven full of color, birds, squirrels, chipmunks and a cat named Puffin. Planted in my garden today were the dark pink Spirea, lavender-flowering hostas, pink-spiked Astilbe, Coral Bells and Feverfew.

   Astilbe 
  Coral Bells

The Feverfew will be my favorite because it was given to me by Midge. When I visit Midge, I always admire the way her garden seems to naturally thrive as if everything just sprouted up on it's own accord. It doesn't looked like it was planned as much as it was just meant to "be." In Midge's garden, she has rose bushes that she named after the people who gave them to her. One is named after a handyman and one is named after her daughter, Suzie.

Now, I close my eyes and envision my garden resembling Midge's, but I'd never have the talent or time to accomplish what she so flawlessly has. I've had the opportunity to meander through her pachysandra lined paths, under the huge locust trees. past the bird feeders and wren house. It is peaceful and serene. I wonder how she felt when she was able to walk with ease through her yard and enjoy God's, and her, handiwork. Unfortunately, I know how she feels now that she can't.  Everytime I visit Midge, I learn something new about nature, life or how to gracefully live out the end of one's extremely talented life. 

Whenever I look at my garden, I will remember Midge. She was my inspiration for the planning portion and my renewed fervor for the beauty of nature. I have decided to dedicate my garden to Midge. It shall be called "Midge's Garden."

Rude Awakening

I had always wished for a daughter due to the fact that I lost my mother as such a young age. I guess I had wanted to recreate my childhood through my daughter and be the mother to her that I wished I had. The loss of my mother was a tragedy that scarred me, created a “line of demarcation” in my life, and is an event that I have allowed myself to never get over. 

For years I have been selfishly wrapped up in my needs and that ridiculous "want" of a daughter.  However, today, I had a “rude awakening” which made me stop short and look at the woman/mother I have become.  I realized that even though I did not have a daughter, I am the mother to my sons that I wished I had. If my mother had lived, she would have loved me as much as I love my boys. She had always selflessly given unconditional love to her children and I followed in the few footsteps she left behind. I don’t remember much about my mom, but do remember feeling her love. As one of Rascal Flatts’ song lyrics go, “Some of God’s greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers.”  It was probably best that I didn't have any daughters to try to replace that lost "relationship."  What I ended up with my sons are relationships forged over time, taking their natural course - a progression over time with love filling and overflowing, endlessly.  After I am gone, I hope the thing my sons remember most about me is the fact that they couldn't have been loved more.