I have many memories of my parents working in the yard, planting flowers, trimming shrubs, laying mulch, and any other assortment of activities I always hoped I didn’t get forced into. When I was forced to participate, I usually lucked out as the Water Girl. My job was to water all of the newly planted flora. It was hard to mess up.
As I have “adulted”, I have come to really appreciate the gorgeous landscaping at my parent’s house and what goes into planning and maintaining it. I remember my parents going up to my sister’s house after her family had moved in and helping them with their landscaping. My mom loved doing this and would ooh and aah over how good my sister’s beds looked on subsequent visits.
In October, I’m going to have my first house where I am responsible for the upkeep of the exterior. I want to have a gorgeous yard like my parent’s and sister’s. While I know my dad, sister and brother-in-law will be there to help me, there is going to be a huge void. My mom could visualize what would look good where. She knew when things bloomed and when things should be planted. She knew what I meant when I said “that big purple flower”.
This is just one of the many, many things that I simply don’t want to do without my mom. But I will. Not only because I have to, but because she would want me to. This time, I’ll be the planter and she’ll be the one watering my flowers. ❤️