Going No Where

It was a no where zone. A place in my yard where you ended up because the path took you there but once there, there was no where to go. So I had to make it a destination.

Thus, Mom's Garden was created. It's no more than ten feet by ten feet. Surrounded by corners and walls, one brick, one cement and the edge of the deck. Overhead, part of it is underneath the upper deck, but surprisingly, enough light came through at various angles throughout the day. Enough light for black-eyed Susans, ferns, violets, pachysandra and hydrangeas.

Now it's a place to go to pause and remember. Sometimes late in the evening, I'll stop by and sure enough, quietly there, I sense her spirit, her love, her presence. The Putterer