With Parting Leaves....Patience Can Be Achieved

As a small girl I remember fondly being taught the importance of gardening by my Grandfather.  A avid farmer turned gardener in his later years, he taught me the ways to patience.  How to water the plants with a slow trickle of water instead of a gush.  How to speak to the plants in order to know what it was they needed.  How to spend hours under the canopied leafed trees enjoying the fruits of ones labors.  My Grandfather perched on a green metal military container (once belonging to my Great Grandfather) and myself planted on his lap.  Later on in years when I was able to purchase my first home I wasn't as fortunate to have a beautiful garden.  What came with was a vision of soil and rocks.  I planted my heart and seven years later, what popped up is nothing short of a secret garden.  Lush, green and magical.  With Mother Natures help the jasmin is in full bloom growing outside my office window.  The scent of it's dainty white flowers bellow throughout the air reminding the neighbors and myself included that Spring is upon us.  The purple wisteria lay haven to the bees and butterflies giving me inspiration for my meditations.  The cape code living fences do make for good neighbors!! They not only provide privacy for my Spring and Summer meditation groups hosted, but offer nectar to the multiplies of hummingbirds occupying the garden.  The flower bulbs lucky enough to survive the ravaging of the winter raccoons have bloomed into candy scented beauties.  Just enough for me to create thank you bouquets for my friends.  The jacaranda trees have yet to bless me with a bountiful of purple flowers, but they have instilled a pillar of pride within.  Growing from just seeds they now tower 9 feet high, lending shade to the enriched backyard.  Thanks to mother nature, plant swaps, discount bin plants and my two hands I have created a vision my Grandfather would be proud of.  Oh and that green metal military container.....Now holds its own in my garden giving me a seat to teach my students from.  Even though I have yet to have a small child of my own rest upon my lap, I look forward with the sincerest of heart for the day I can duplicate my memories with him/her.
~Monique