I love gardens! But I have absolutely no desire to buy seeds, dig in the dirt and then kill every plant I touch. Luckily, I can use my grandpa’s garden because he has quite the green thumb!
Growing up, my grandpa grew really spectacular gardens. He had all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and wild flowers that we could pick whenever we wanted. His speciality? Sunflowers that grew over 10 feet tall. These massive sunflowers have always represented the end of summer, and the beginning of the leaves changing. It’s the start of my favorite time of year, and the beginning of a new season.
Now that I’m back in the Midwest, I see my grandparents more often. It has been a wonderful experience getting to know them as an adult, and they have taught me a lot. There are so many stories and experiences that we get to share, and it’s often over fresh flowers and warm coffee. Growing up, I always picked in their garden, but my respect and love for this ritual has grown exponentially.
I still get to pick in their garden, however, this time it’s for my own home. It’s a way of honoring the tradition, and solidifying a memory. It’s a bonding moment not many grandchildren get to experience with their loving grandparents!
The season is about to change, and soon the sunflowers will be traded in for pumpkins. For now, though, we cherish the sweet sunflowers and patiently wait for scarecrows and the picking of fall vegetables. I’m excited for a new season of memory making, but for now, I’m happy watching the sunflowers from my grandpa’s garden.