How Does My Garden Grow?



The tall twins had inexorably killed her chances to have a garden, and though she loved the trees’ elegant, shade-giving, bird-nesting, lushness; she so missed her garden. Over the last forty years, Her yard had become a vibrant place of verdant serenity. It was lovely, but it precluded a garden.

There were bright spots throughout the day, ephemeral and shifting, as the sun moved through its arc, alternating branches from which to shine through. But no garden. Β She’d attempted container gardening, studiously shifting her seedlings to catch those elusive rays, and though somewhat successful – yielding clumps of plump cherry tomatoes, herbs, arugula and an occasional string bean – it seemed a futile exercise.

Lost in thought, she saunters through the damp grass towards the gaping emptiness left by the extracted, Sandy-downed trunks. It had been tragic to watch the grand dames fall that terrifying night. Sadder yet to witness the day by day withering of their massive felled hulks, still bearing reluctant remnants of autumn leaves, as she waited for removal crews.

Having fallen Β at home within the confines of their own turf, for months they lay stretched diagonally across the entire width of the yard; providing a jungle-like jungle gym for junior climbers, who exuberantly climbed up and over, under, in and out the interwoven branches, stopping occasionally to retrieve an abandoned bird’s nest.

Now that her leafy trees are gone, carted away, chain-sawed into clunky chunks that bore no resemblance to their former stateliness, she stands in the barren space where the trunks were once so securely anchored, and feels empty.Β Decades will pass before another towering oak will stand here, soothing the senses with shaded fragrance and the sound of rustling leaves.

Instinctively she shields her eyes from the glaring, unfiltered noon-day sun. Suddenly, and with a new spring in her step, she returns to the house and picks up the phone: Β  Β 

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β “Hello, Kris., this is Vicki. About that Garden Club idea…”


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13 Comments on “How Does My Garden Grow?

  1. Sad story about the trees. Since I’m not a Gardner, I’d be saving the trees every time. Nice writing.


  2. Sweet how you can grow so attached to things that are so odious in other ways (I’m thinking kids, but to each his or her own – haha). But, as is so often repeated, there is always a bright side.
    How exciting, a new garden!!!


  3. As a kid, we had a huge tree in our front yard. But my parents were afraid it would fall and so one day they had it cut down and removed ): So I feel your tree pain, but wish you luck with the new garden!


    • Worse yet, about ten years ago we asked our tree guy to remove one of the tall trees in the don’t, while we were at work. When we got home, we were dismayed to find that he had removed instead our favorite flowering plum tree. He was sorry and offered to replace it, but the small saplings we could buy couldn’t compare to the mature blossoming flowering plum. I think we planted a dogwood instead somewhere else in the yard. Thanks…tree pain…yes. We shall see about the garden.


  4. With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids…….

    Looks the same as the back of my yard


  5. Talk about finding a silver lining… You have some lovely descriptions in here, and there’s a nice tension between her desire for a sunlit garden and her appreciation (and even love) for the old trees. Very nice! Thanks for sharing it. ~Christine (Trifecta Guest Judge)


  6. Lovely, melancholy tribute to the trees. I always feel that ache for a downed tree. But, then the new spring in her step for the potential garden.. very nice.


    • Thanks, Steph! I do love the trees so much, but nature has a way of balancing things out…and over time, sometimes the older trees have to make way for the sunlight, for the young ‘uns to thrive.


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