06/07/2026
Most all of my gardening is done with this little hand tool. It was my grandmothers and it spend hundreds of hours in her hand before mine.
I think much of my love of flowers came from spending summers outside gardening and weeding with her and my grandfather. I have a deep fondness for this time in my life.
I hear my grandfathers vioce telling me if I cleaned off the tools after use, they would last a lifetime. I hear my grandmother teaching me about massaging the roots before transplanting a flower…
There isn’t a week in the summertime that this isnt in my hand at some point. It turns out, I have become sentimental over the simple things. Things that remind me of my connection with others….