It starts with Easter, when I clean the house before hosting the World's Greatest Family Easter Egg Hunt. I gather up books and magazines and anything else and throw them in the den or stack them neatly somewhere else in the house.
All through spring and summer, I seem to add to the piles with more books, more magazines, more catalogs. There is no end to them, is there?
Today I decided to excavate a few of the piles and underneath some magazines I found an old photo album. It was small, the kind with sleeves sized to hold two pictures per page. I must have found it in my Mom's papers and set it aside. Then I buried it under more paper. Sound familiar?
I casually flipped through the album and toward the back I found four pictures that took me to an old garden I once knew, my Dad's garden.
There's a picture (above) taken from the patio looking out to his vegetable garden. Those tall plants are his tomato plants. See, they did grow to be at least eight feet tall. And the containers are full of geraniums. He always had geraniums in the summertime. I would guess this picture is from the early 1980's.
Out in the yard, nestled in an area between three trees, he once had "us kids" dig a big hole for a fish pond. Then one of the trees died and the pond ended up in a sunnier location than he had planned.
Oh, well, that's how it goes with gardens. Shady one day, sunny the next day. Or sunny one year and shady the next year.
He loved that pond and enjoyed sitting out beside it on summer evenings. "Us kids" liked it too, and would fight over who got to lounge in the lounge chair.
We could spend hours out there. Reading, sleeping, talking or just staring at the sky doing nothing. We weren't distracted by smartphones, computers, iPads. Yes, somedays we sat there because we were bored, which was good for us. It allowed us time to really think and dream and scheme a bit, too.
The pond is gone now. We filled it in way back in 1987 after Dad passed away. In its place my mom had "us kids", mostly my brother-in-law, build a gazebo over that spot. The gazebo is still there but those two remaining trees are long gone now, too.
The two little Alberta Spruces, in the lower left of the last picture, are still there, though they are much bigger now. The funny thing is, Dad planted them in their black plastic pots because he wasn't sure where he wanted to put them. I think he planned to pull them up at the end of the summer and plant them properly someplace else. As far as I know, they are still in those pots.
Now the pond is gone, the furniture is gone, the trees are gone, but the memory of that old garden lives on forever.