Garden Memories
Garden Memories My mom started gardening when her own mother asked her to take over the family garden. She was becoming increasingly debilitated by diabetes . Previously, my grandmother had been a keen gardener, and from what I've heard, English blooms were favoured in her Wynberg garden . A faded photo, in which my mom's jet black hair still stands out, was taken amongst some showy dahlias . A grapevine also prospered in the small suburban yard. This was the start of my mom's long gardening journey. And the start of my own; unaware, and uninterested as I was. If gardening is like a journey, then we must be prepared for many twists and turns; as well as steep bits along with the dry, boring stretches. One thing is certain, you will never stop learning as you go, and the journey will certainly not be uninteresting. So is life too, isn't it? And if we allow Jesus into our lives, He will be our Saviour, Lord, Friend, and Guide as we travel. And yes, He cares about ou...
