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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Maybe it's because humanity, as we know it, began its journey in a garden that we tend to find peace and comfort surrounded by the beauty of nature.
For as long as I can remember being outdoors, taking in the sight of a magnificent sunset, breathing in the salty air along the Gulf Coast, gazing at the full moon, hiking up a mountain side, listening to the sound of a waterfall, or simply taking a long walk are activities that refresh me spirit, soul, and body.
It stands to reason that my own garden is a tremendous source of therapy. Working with soil and plant life inherently brings satisfaction and enjoyment beyond measure.
It's been a week full with emotions I could not have prepared myself fully for no matter how I tried.
After a long battle with cancer and heart issues my one and only brave, courageous, and loving Daddy passed on from this earth to heaven this week. It was a peaceful and restful outgoing for him and I am so blessed I was with him (in his home) his last days.
When I returned to my home it makes sense the first place I went was to my garden. And the next morning I wandered around in it to allow my heart to find peace.
I'm not sure with whom I will discuss the amount of rain we received or the lack of it from now on. It was my Dad who monitored these bits of trivia with me. And the subject was a source of either rejoicing or lamenting together around the need our respective gardens had for a good rain shower.
Dad is the one who kept me supplied with fresh citrus from his fruit trees all winter long and gave me cuttings of plants from his garden which I've shared with you here.
Dad was an especially handsome, hard working man. An avid outdoors man he loved to hunt and fish and he knew every nook and cranny of Florida like the back of his hand.
And so it is that I have found great solace in my garden these days following his passing. It is the place I know I can go to be lost in thought yet keep a grasp on reality. Because it is brimming with life and beauty it nurtures me in times of sorrow. Yet joy equally fills my soul as I remember our mutual love for the garden and the valuable and treasured gifts he shared with me from his.
I'll miss you every day, Daddy... until we meet again in eternity.