Keira searched for flowers in a tall patch of unmown grass in my backyard. Most of the grasses were just over her two-and-a-half-year-old head, and some of the dandelions lurking within were nearly as tall. There were other flower surprises hidden in the grass for a patient eye to find, and when it comes to picking flowers, Keira has a patient eye. As I sat in the sun on the back step and watched her exploration, I found myself suddenly transported almost 50 years back in time, to a hot little garden in Jackson, Tennessee, in the back yard of my paternal grandparents. I was probably about the age that Keira is now ... My grandmother Ella Joy’s garden was probably typical of the kitchen gardens at the time, but to my little self, it was a jungle: green and mysterious, towering over my head/Trish Gannon, River Journal. More here.
Question: Do you encounter any special gardens during your youth?