Ribbons
A year ago, during my last week of radiation, Nancy flew to Durham while Charley went out of town on business. The weather all summer had been hot and dry, with sun beating down from cloudless skies and heat radiating up from pavement.
The cisterns were new that year and Nancy helped me water the potted hostas and heucheras with rainwater, hosed from the cisterns into liter bottles in a garden cart. I showed her how to fill the bottles efficiently, but the first time she tried it, she found several improvments in my process.
I thought of her gentle strength this morning as I refilled the bottles Nancy-style with rainwater. I stood by the garden cart for 20 minutes savoring the memory until I was late for work.
My friend Ellen gave me Hosta 'Guardian Angel' last summer when I was feeling vulnerable and scared. Guardian Angel had only 4 leaves when she first came to me, and she was tightly potbound, her roots a hard mass. I put her in a deep container with quality potting soil amended with compost and worm castings. Guaradian Angel spread her wings and tripled in size.
I think of Ellen whenever I water my hostas.
Jeanne gave me two elephant ears on my last day in Indy in June. The tubers were gnarled and the time was late for spring planting, but these wide green leaves became perfect companions to the tiny foliage of the goldenrod.
As I walk along the path, these giant leaves remind me of how much Jeanne enjoys sharing her garden.
One winter day years ago, I invited two coworkers to see my new pawpaw trees. As I led them to the sapling and pointed out the tree, my coworker remarked, "You mean the pawpaw stick." The scales fell from my eyes and I saw the tree as it really was, a 6 inch stick in a brown patch of soil.
The truth is that a gardener tends the soil every day but only sees what the garden may become and only feels what it has been. A gardener is blind to form and substance, but is tied to her garden with silk ribbons of hope and memory.
I often read about gardeners who move from one home to another, digging up favorites to transplant or starting fresh with a clean slate. How this is possible, I have no idea.