My Beloved 2011 Garden - It's all about COLOR!

When I plant, grow, water, and sweat in my garden in the early morning hours just at sunrise, I think of my dad. The memory of him always in his garden of vegetables, or among his flowers, will forever be etched in my mind.

When I reach into the earth to plant the potatos in the early spring, I think of helping dad "drop" the baby sprouted potato heads in each hole and remembering that each sliced piece had to have at least three "eyes."

When I view the sweet peas perfuming the early morning quietness, I think of my dad.

In every inch of my garden, I think of him...his love for color, texture, brightness, boldness, delicateness, beauty of produce, reaching and reaping every vine, I wipe tears from my eyes and thank the Lord for a father who loved what I now love.