My mom has now started writing for publication. After her announcement last year of some spring sky diving not too much surprises me, now. She’s a pretty inspiring lady.
She’s 75 and I always believed her to be one of the smartest in the land. She is a consistent writer of cards and notes, but I never really thought of her as a writer. Well, a couple weeks ago the horticulture club my mom belongs to was in desperate need of content for their newsletter so she stepped up and then sent me her first draft to be edited. Because, as she said, “This what you do for a living.”
Doesn’t matter how old you are, when you get the thumbs up from mom or dad, it really means something.
When I called her to tell her how much I loved it and read my edited version she said,” I was wondering if you’d think you got all your writing talent from me after you read it.” Gush.
It’s neat to think that maybe I’ve inspired her a little bit…
Roberta Chic for the Selkirk Horticulture Society Newsletter
One of the hardest parts of leaving my house on Maple Drive, was leaving my flower garden. My love of flowers started when I was a little girl. My parents always had a garden, with flowers and vegetables. I loved picking the flowers, much to my mother’s chagrin – I wasn’t always popular but they put up with me.
One of my most memorable experiences in my garden on Maple Drive was the year a family of wrens decided to move into the ornamental birdhouse at my back door. My grandson, Kyle, and I were mesmerized by the activity in their tiny, new home. When we discovered that they laid six eggs, we began watching like expectant parents. Kyle documented the event with his camera and we were so happy when six babies were born. One morning I was out but Kyle tracked me down at a friends house. “The birds are leaving home, Grandma,” he said. “Come home as fast as you can!” I arrived in time to witness them in their first flight! It was wonderful.
When I lived on Maple Drive I had lots of flowers—perennials, annuals, shrubs, berries and, of course, the occasional weed. After a day in the garden, I enjoyed sitting on the deck watching the birds and the butterflies and admiring my handiwork. It was a lot of work, but so satisfying. Although I no longer have my own garden, I enjoy and appreciate our garden at my new home in the Kiwanis apartments. I love discovering the new plants and flowers our gardener plants. I get my hands dirty by helping out at the Horticulture Society garden on Main Street (Watch for the beautiful array of tulips next spring!)
I have been a member of the Horticulture Society for ten years now – I have met interesting people, experienced wonderful garden tours, enjoyed informative presentations and participated in interesting gardening projects. I look forward to another ten years of fun in the garden with my friends at the Horticulture Society.
To our budding gardening enthusiasts—Keep on digging! It pays off in the end.