a garden

Oh how I wish that I had a garden to tend. Every summer as a kid I was in charge of the vegetables and flowers. I took great pride in my work. It was one of the best things about summer, and the only convincing rationale for hot weather. Later, when I summered in Vermont, I had a wonderful garden, and I could spend hours working there. I miss it so badly sometimes. This morning while walking Mabel I took my camera, because someone had planted these beautiful pink hydrangeas in planters in front of the chiropractor's office on the corner. My mother used to have big blue hydrangeas planted behind the house.