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As a young girl, the annual planting of “the garden” was always special time spent with my dad. Now my dad’s garden wasn’t your ordinary garden, my dads garden contained gravy plants! That’s right, gravy plants! My love of mashed potatoes and gravy was indescribably large, therefore, dad made sure I was the one to drop the gravy seeds into the perfectly straight row he had hoed just for this special plant. I’m not sure when I chose to not believe that gravy didn’t actually come from a plant, but I do know that my dad and I to this day still joke and smile about planting those magical seeds.
My mom loved all things pink, including roses, (moss roses were her favorite), dahlias, tulips, petunias and sweet peas. I once told her that the fragrance of sweet peas reminded me of Hawaii, she smiled and said one day she would find out if that were true; she also shared with me that she called me “Sweet Pea” when I was a baby. I’m going way back in TV history for some of you by telling you that was the name of Popeye and Olive Oil’s baby who wore a sleep sack that cinched at the bottom, apparently I wore the same thing! I loved it when she would refer to me as “Sweet Pea” or “Petunia” growing up and it makes my heart happy to recall those days. Further into teenage years, whenever my sister or I had the dreaded ‘cramps’, mom would always pick pansies or monkey faces as she liked to to refer them as and place them in a very special small milk vase and set them beside our bed to make us feel better…worked like a charm every time.
The rock and flower garden that mom and dad planted every year was vivacious, so full of colorful flowers, herbs, trees, some of my grandpa’s driftwood that was collected over the years during camping trips and a fishpond that was fallen into every single summer by one of us kids or neighborhood kids! Many hours were lovingly spent by both parents weeding and pruning everything to perfection…my love of weeding was not so generous, but the fresh flowers that I was able to cut and bring inside to arrange made me so very happy! Dad is now 85 and still growing and tending his flowers that continue to be beautiful, he places them tenderly on my mom’s grave and makes sure her pink rose bush is properly watered. I miss her so very much but love that she was a huge part of my love of flowers.