This is my dad’s garden. While my garden is often weedy, and not always in perfect condition, my dad’s garden is always beautiful. Year after year he quietly tends his little plants, until the grow into beautiful flowers, fruits, and vegetables.
He is truly the reason why I love nature, and gardening so much today. I used to work side by side with him in his garden, not always willingly back then. Now they are some of my fondest memories of growing up.
He took me along for quiet walks in the woods (I’m sure they would have been quieter for him if I’d stayed home!), where I learned to appreciate nature, and the environment around us.
My dad is usually a quiet man, and when I go “home” to visit this time of year I usually find him outside somewhere working on the yard or garden, or walking around enjoying nature.