True gardening stories: Memories of a loved one and gardening 33 Articles

by Carol G

Memories of a loved one were cultivated when I was forty one and a novice gardener. That was when I met Della Kuelke, who was a Master Gardener. One of the best things I learned from her is how gardening keeps a person hu...read more

by Jean M. La Rue

A light rain is falling as I stroll through the dreary winter landscape of my backyard garden. The grassy path is sodden by a week of steady rain and my boots make little sucking sounds as I make my way to the rose trellis...read more

by Alida Chacon

I never heard my grandmother refer to herself as a gardener. I've never heard my mother refer to herself as a gardener. My sister is not a gardener. I am not a gardener. We are however, the third generation of plant and fl...read more

by Kay Stephenson

Nothing brings back the memory of my grandfather like the site of a homey rose garden. My grandfather was a dairy farmer and his place, Wyndmoor Farm, was nestled on the sloping hills of the Sauquoit River Valley in centra...read more

by Robert Quinlivan

It's been a few years, but if you sat me down with a pen and paper I could still map out every trellis and terrace in my grandpa's backyard garden. Even as a tottering child I analyzed the placement of rose bushes, raspber...read more

by Marvin Double

Of all the things people treasure in life it's the connections we make that are most valued. Often we make those connections unknowing when we become emotionally attached to something, someplace or someone. Gardening is ...read more

by Jana Wilkinson

Gardens have always held a special place in my heart since I was a young child. However, it was not until recently that I really learned to appreciate the reasons why. When I was just about 12 years old, my grandmother...read more

by Nathaniel Paradise

My grandmother had a rock, about the size of a giant hibiscus flower and the color of drying sedum, right at the entrance to her garden. It was engraved with words that pretty much summed up her approach to gardening: "Gro...read more

by Kerry L. Thomas

Every time I look at a strawberry I think of my maternal grandfather. He was a avid gardener and practical joker. Papaw always grew a huge garden and he often grew cash crops that could be sold to passersby. My family ...read more

by George Jean Smith

His plan to heal my broken heart was an unselfish act and a beautiful remedy. Those of us who dearly love our parents, and miss their presence after they were called home to the promise land, will always seek out a way to ...read more

by Ann Chin

All her life, mum loved gardening. Together with dad, they grew vegetables and fruits at the back section around the house, and lovely flowers and orchids in the front garden. We enjoyed the fruits of their green thumb. Th...read more

by Heather Watkins

She loved carnations. As a child, I never much cared for them, preferring instead the glaring beauty of the roses growing not far away. I couldn't understand why she would sit there in her lawn chair, leaning back so she c...read more

by Paula Countryman

My mother didn't know a thing about gardening until she was in her early forties. That's when she and my father moved from Pasadena, California to a country home on thirteen acres in Miami, Oklahoma. Miami, Oklahoma, is wh...read more

by Johan Dahlberg

My grandmother used to love gardening. She lived alone in a rather small house, "the cottage" we used to call it, but had a fairly large garden which she nurtured almost like a child. Every day she spent hours in that gard...read more

by Ila Adkins

While I was a child, I would often visit my grandfather's home. He sparked passions in me that would never have been there if it weren't for him. One of these passions I inherited from my grandfather was the love of garden...read more

by Katherine Harms

My parents loved gardens. They were equally entranced by either flowers or vegetables. Despite the fact that my father's work on highway projects took us from town to town and house to house, wherever we lived as long as...read more

by Stefanie Swanson

After my grandmother passed away I spent most of my time in my room, locked up, thinking on how I should have spent more time with her. Showing her how much I truly loved her. But I never did. She had always loved gardenin...read more

by Karen Evans

Growing up in a seaside resort, I didn't realise, until many years after his death, what a genius my dad was in the garden. Despite the sandy soil, salty air and sea breezes, our own garden and others that he tended w...read more

by Jacqueline Price

When my son recently gave me a dozen beautiful roses for my birthday. their fragrance immediately transported me back forty years and four thousand miles to London, England. Back to my mother's English rose garden. My m...read more

by Elizabeth M. Hammons

The restaurant was dark and intimate. The mood was romantic in that deep, loving, comfortable sort of way. The meal had been exquisite and I eagerly accepted the offer of ice cream for dessert. The waitress brought out the...read more