Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing gardens—aka their books.
Today’s guest writer/gardener is Carole Ann Moleti. Carole will be talking about Gardens and Memories. Welcome, Carole!
Memories are Part of a Gardens Treasure
Gardens never forget their gardeners past. Secrets are buried, and sometimes never unearthed, or trampled by someone who doesn’t understand or care about their significance. But the garden will speak its truths and tributes to those willing to listen.
The seventh anniversary of my father’s death was June 11, and I spent the entire month before tending his garden. For as long as I can remember, I’d followed Daddy around as he planted flowers and vegetables, fertilized rosebushes with dead fish he hadn’t used for bait, pruned trees and, trained vines. He dug a pond, and sculpted a waterfall out of stones he’d gathered. Over the years we had fish, turtles, and frogs in that pond. And when my parents moved to a house with a bigger yard years later, he dug Three Bridges Pond by hand. Unfortunately it was filled in after his death, partially because I think my mother couldn’t cope with seeing it there without him puttering around. During his final years, without maintenance, the garden was neglected as we all attended to him–and to my mother.
The empty pigeon coop now stores garden tools instead of his beloved birds. I love the feeling of touching the latches, as his hands once did.
And the handcrafted door with the half moon cut that fell off the hinges of his storage bin, along with a rickety Adirondack style garden planter, are now features in my garden, so I can feel close to him every day.
My Father’s Day gift to him every year is to make sure his garden is as beautiful as he would have made it. I took every stone from the waterfall he’d build for Three Bridges Pond and created borders for all the flower gardens. (image at top of post) I’ve weeded, pruned back, and planted new perennials. I’ve fertilized and mulched, and planted new borders along the driveway, daylilies, Hosta, and grasses along the roadway fence. I could hear him complaining about littering while I cleaned up debris tossed from passing cars. And he very clearly told me to “let it go, give your mother a break, and take care of her,” when, overcome with emotion, I sat down where the pond used to be and sobbed, telling him how sorry I was that it was gone–and that he was too.
About the Writer/Gardener
Carole Ann Moleti has been gardening since she was old enough to remember. She loves being surrounded by the sounds of nature, any body of water, fountains, and waterfalls. You can learn more about her at http://caroleannmoleti.com/
Carole Ann Moleti lives and works as a nurse-midwife in New York City, thus explaining her fascination with all things paranormal, urban fantasy, and space opera. Her nonfiction focuses on health care, politics, and women’s issues. But her first love is writing science fiction and fantasy because walking through walls is less painful than running into them.
Carole’s work has appeared in a variety of literary and speculative fiction venues Short stories set in the world of her novels are featured in several of the Ten Tales anthologies. The Unfinished Business Series: A Cape Cod Paranormal Romance is set near the beautiful beaches Brewster, Massachusetts.
Excerpts of Carole’s memoir, Someday I’m Going to Write a Book: Diary of an Urban Missionary range from the sweet and inspirational in A Quilt of Holidays to the edgy and irreverent in Not Your Mother’s Book: On Being a Woman.