Mom and Gardening
June 28, 2020
by V Warkentin
“You weren’t always a willing participant,” she smiled as she reminded me on one of our last face-to-face visits this spring. Mom and I were reminiscing about gardening back when we lived on the farm.
Mom always planted a huge garden and, to me, it felt like I spent my entire summer in the garden. I know I wasn’t always happy about that because I felt all my friends were out having the times of their lives (camping or riding their bikes) and there I was, working every waking minute of my life, in the garden. I would pick five gallons of raspberries and when I looked back at the first row of plants, they were ripe again and ready for picking. These were the memories I had as a young teenager.
Then came the year when mom decided to expand the garden by adding a large plot out near the cow pasture near the neighbours – to grow extra potatoes so she could give them away in the fall. I wasn’t impressed at all but after a few days of hilling the potatoes, I realized I could take my transistor radio out with me and could listen to the Top 40 countdown while hoeing. Life as a teenager got better, it seemed to me.
Mom loved gardening – whether that was vegetables, fruit trees or flowers – perennials and annuals. I recall the excitement she had when the seed catalogue arrived in the mail and she’d carefully fill out the order form and wait with anticipation for the seeds to arrive in spring. She was always willing to try growing new things – asparagus and grapes are just a couple of examples of that.
In her last years, Mom and I bonded over our love of gardening (yes, I eventually came to love gardening) and we spent much time at greenhouses and garden parks. When she spotted a plant she didn’t recognize, she would always want to know what the plant was called, whether it was a sun or shade plant and whether it had a fragrance. She never stopped wanting to learn about plants.
I will forever be grateful to Mom for being patient with me to teach me so much about gardening.I am also thankful for her patience in teaching me how to harvest the garden bounty as well.
Thank you, Mom, for sharing your great love of gardening. Flowers will forever remind me of you! Our garden is blooming extra beautifully this year! I’m sure you and Dad are looking down from heaven and smiling!
Mom always planted a huge garden and, to me, it felt like I spent my entire summer in the garden. I know I wasn’t always happy about that because I felt all my friends were out having the times of their lives (camping or riding their bikes) and there I was, working every waking minute of my life, in the garden. I would pick five gallons of raspberries and when I looked back at the first row of plants, they were ripe again and ready for picking. These were the memories I had as a young teenager.
Then came the year when mom decided to expand the garden by adding a large plot out near the cow pasture near the neighbours – to grow extra potatoes so she could give them away in the fall. I wasn’t impressed at all but after a few days of hilling the potatoes, I realized I could take my transistor radio out with me and could listen to the Top 40 countdown while hoeing. Life as a teenager got better, it seemed to me.
Mom loved gardening – whether that was vegetables, fruit trees or flowers – perennials and annuals. I recall the excitement she had when the seed catalogue arrived in the mail and she’d carefully fill out the order form and wait with anticipation for the seeds to arrive in spring. She was always willing to try growing new things – asparagus and grapes are just a couple of examples of that.
In her last years, Mom and I bonded over our love of gardening (yes, I eventually came to love gardening) and we spent much time at greenhouses and garden parks. When she spotted a plant she didn’t recognize, she would always want to know what the plant was called, whether it was a sun or shade plant and whether it had a fragrance. She never stopped wanting to learn about plants.
I will forever be grateful to Mom for being patient with me to teach me so much about gardening.I am also thankful for her patience in teaching me how to harvest the garden bounty as well.
Thank you, Mom, for sharing your great love of gardening. Flowers will forever remind me of you! Our garden is blooming extra beautifully this year! I’m sure you and Dad are looking down from heaven and smiling!