Each garden I tend bears the fingerprints of my Mother who honors the earth with her gentle tending. Everything I have learned of flora and fauna, I learned at her knee, a toddler pulling weeds in her fragrant garden. I am humbled by her knowledge of things that are green, fruiting and floral, blessed every day by her unending faith – in things that grow – and in me.
I am the fortunate daughter of a Master Gardener, she can revive even the most derelict of specimens with the correct mix of nitrogen, phosphate & potassium. Through her tutelage I have learned a great deal, mostly Latin, and chemistry.
My earliest memories of my Mother involve her garden, the feeling of grit against the skin, damp knees and dirty nails, learning to distinguish between plants wanted and unwanted. In her teachings I found the undercurrent of harmony, a life instep with nature and the seasons, the cycles of the moon, the angle of the sun.
I have found that diggers of the dirt know best the little secrets of life.
With my master gardener Mother so far away in Nova Scotia, I must lean harder on my other mother, Mother Nature, to continue my garden education. Her schooling is not as gentle at times, but it is always in perfect balance, and timing. Under her hand I have learned an ever deepening respect combined with appreciation and patience.
These are the things my Mother already knew, but they are lessons one must learn in one’s own garden, some might call it wisdom.
For the many wonderful women in my life; tillers of the soil, who inspire me to dig, seed and grow, I bid you a Happy Mothers Day. May your garden grow, may it feed you and yours; be it beauty or bounty, may it bring you joy and teach you well.