Sowing Memories

By now, you're all well aware of my new obsession with my garden.  Well, I passed it on!

We spent our Easter weekend down with Steve's mom, Joyce.  After we told her about our garden, and the ease of "raised bed gardening", we volunteered to build a couple of garden beds so she could plant a few vegetables for herself.

In the process of cleaning out the back area, Steve uncovered an old wheelbarrow...with a whole lot of history. This wheelbarrow was purchased by his mom and dad, nearly 55 years ago. This wheelbarrow moved with them to several houses, and assisted with the landscaping, gardening, and yard maintenance for years. 

After Steve's dad died, when Steve was 11 years old, he took over much of the yard maintenance and upkeep, and used this wheelbarrow too.

To some, it might have appeared ready for the dump. But for Steve and his mom, this was a tangible reminder of many years worth of memories. So we brought it out on the patio, filled it with soil and planted a flower garden.

Grant sat on the diving board and supervised.

Now, each day when Joyce looks outside, she'll see that wheelbarrow and be reminded of all that she has accomplished in building memories for herself and her children, and now her grandchildren as well. I have a feeling that those flowers will bloom for a long, long time.