Trish: Grandma’s Garden

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?