Picket Fences and Garden Gates are so magical to me. My first memory of them are when I was very young. My grandmother had her little garden surrounded with this pristine white picket fence. As I walked through the gate, I was greeted with Sweet William and the heavenly fragrance of old fashion roses and Sweet Peas. Along the walk, stood these most amazing tall flowers called Hollyhocks. They were taller than I was with these individual flowers that traveled around the sturdy upright stalk. I think they were a deep, rich shade of red and some were golden like the sun.
But I think the name alone was magic to me.
Isn’t that just music to your ears? It just seems to roll around your tongue and just feels delicious. There is no fragrance, but that is fine for they were so very impressive just being so tall and handsome. She had an old metal watering can and I would help her water the garden on those warm summer days. That always made our visit so special, for it was our private time together.
Grandmother showed me the little seed packet that had held these tiny orbs that grew into these amazing flowers. She explained to me how the sun and the rain nourished the seeds until they popped out of their shell and began their journey to become one of the most amazing flowers I have ever seen in my life. I could imagine little faeries climbing up the stem and hiding inside those flowers and coming out to play after the Summer sun went down.
Now, whenever I see a white pickets and rose bushes, I think of my sweet and nurturing Grandmother with her soft lilting accent and gentle ways. I recall her tender affection for me and those sweet times we had together, when I was very young. Is it any wonder that I will always have roses and hollyhocks ?
….And a white picket fence if it is at all possible around my little garden.
To me, they are simply visually poetic…
… and the guardian of my dreams…
Writing Featured in FIRST THINGS group ~23 October 2009
Treasured memories from my childhood.
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