My grandfather had a green- thumb and passed it on. Growing up, we always had a beautiful garden filled with hedgerows, sweet jasmine, pansies, Cherry Blossom trees, and Japanese Maples. At night we sat outside and talked under a blanket of stars. One of our homes had a small pond complete with painted turtles (they always slipped out and escaped the yard). A Brave Girl, my sister climbed fences to hunt them down.

We don’t talk about it much; I was caught breathless by my sister’s beautiful, tiny garden. We remember.

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Anna Watson

~ write like a painter

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