She’s 50 today and she doesn’t look it. She has gardening muscles and a humble and sweet spirit. She’s a good woman and a good mama. She is a good parallel parker. When I was younger, she taught my sisters and me around the house, the kitchen, and the garden. It’s hard being far away from her because I know we’d have such fun being in the same city. We’re a lot alike and can talk and talk or cook or knit or read or sew or hike or sip coffee or whatever together all day. It was fun being a little girl in her care but it’s great being a sort of grown up with her too. And I’m happy it’s her birthday today. Because she deserves celebration.
Last month at Mt. Mitchell, the highest in the Appalachians.
A part of me feels very at home in western Carolina. I don’t have enough words to tell you how happy the mountains make me.
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Sometimes when they act like this, randomly on the top level of a parking garage on the way to dinner, I catch them with my camera.
I grew up in my mom’s garden. Honeysuckle, onion grass, and dirt are the aromas of my childhood. I still love to hang out in the yard with my mom, still barefoot but now with coffee, while she points to different plants and a little bit of the conversation goes over my head but I listen anyway because I want to know all of it. I want to be in the club where they speak garden lingo. I want sliced tomatoes with my dinner that I plucked fresh five minutes ago. Sprinkled with the basil I grew from seed. I want to swap freshly picked bouqets with my mother regularly. I want gardening muscles.
Plants that have not survived in my potted stoop “garden” I blame on the curse that is Savannah humidity. That may not be fair to Savannah but one day I think I will have some ground to grow things, and I pray those things look like what’s in my mom’s* garden.
*and my grandma’s…after all that’s where my mom gets it.
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My parents fell in love with the mountains of North Carolina when I was young. Living in coastal North Carolina, we had to escape hurricanes from time to time and we took advantage of the excuse to go camping near a river up in the mountains, someitmes with all of our pets in tow. My parents and little sister now live in Asheville, NC and when we visit them now we like to ride around and stop on the side of the road to soak up all the amazing smells and sights, most of which hit me with nostalgia like a brick. If we ever have a reason to move to the mountains, we will be there in a heartbeat - especially if it means seeing these cuties more often.