Love of Gardening
Growing up in Mississippi my Mamaw and Mother love to garden. You could say it was in their blood. I can remember walking with my Mamaw through he garden holding a basket while she cut flowers and laid them in the basket. The dew was heavy on the grass and you could smell the limestone in the soil. We would just quietly walk as she would whisper into my ear which flower I thought was the best to cut. She made me feel like I was the most important kid in the world. I guess thats what grandmothers do.
Send me your gardening pictures and stories. misskatecb@gmail.com put GARDEN in subject line
You can find these post under "Love of Gardening" down on the left hand side.
Thank you
Charles
