Soul Gardener
How a friend tended my spirit as she taught me about gardening.
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I say I’m a self-taught gardener, but that is incorrect. I first fell in love with gardening when visiting a neighbor’s garden. My friend Glennis gave me my first gardening lessons.
Seemingly a strong independent person, the truth is I was an injured bird, not raised but grown up in poverty. I hid a deep reservoir of pain from abandonment and various tortures. Having no interest in pity for myself, I kept busy and found joy in my child and the things I could learn and do.
But injured birds are fragile.
It was over 50 years ago. I hadn’t known Glennis long. Her husband worked with mine. My husband and I purchased a home with a large yard and a small greenhouse. After we settled in, we invited them over for a meal. That was the custom in those days.
After the meal, we walked around the yard. Meandering past a bed of iris, she told me what iris needed to grow and everything about them that I needed to know. I’ll share that gift with you at the end of this story.
Flowering almonds were in bloom, so I know it was spring. They were all dressed in pink while putting on their lovely perennial show. She told me they were expensive and a rare…
