I’m going with the endurance definition of the capacity of something to last or to withstand wear and tear. On a recent trip to England, I was blessed with hosts that escorted us to some idyllic places. I felt like I had stepped back in time and it was glorious to an old soul like myself.
Digging up Memories
There is nothing more therapeutic in my opinion than digging in the dark soil, until it’s trapped beneath my fingernails, or pulling out the weeds around a plant or in a bed. These sneaky imposters, sporting defiant root systems and a plethora of seeds would like to spread themselves far and wide, but not while I’m on guard.
There is also something to be said for the feeling of accomplishment when you stand, back aching and neck burning from the sun’s much too ardent kiss; and admire your work.
The desire to dig in the dirt goes back at least four generations on my mother’s side. Most of my memories of my great-grandmother Hall are in her yard as I relentlessly peppered her with questions about what each planted was named. I loved to hear the names roll off of her lips; “Why that’s night blooming jasmine, honey”, or “this is a hydrangea or sweet viburnum”. The names sounded exotic and romantic.
Granny’s yard displayed much beauty due to her diligent care. I can only suppose that it was her love for gardening that sparked an interest in my grandmother.
Many times, if you visited either of them you would find them outside. I don’t remember ever seeing either of them in anything but dresses. They may have worn something else, but not that I ever remember. Of course that was when the length of dresses kept their “neathies” (as my mom liked to call anything that should be covered by clothes) unexposed.
My mother shared their green thumb and quickly transformed any yard we had into a well landscaped display of her talent. She recruited us as often as she could to help her and most of the time I was pretty compliant.
I inherited the love as well, but unfortunately not the knack or skill; I fear my thumb is sorely lacking in green. Thankfully, I’m getting better with age, but my kill quota was pretty high there for a while. Maybe one reason I love it so much is due to the memories that I made with each of them. Take some time to dig up some good memories of your own and relish them!