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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.
Today’s writer/gardener guest is H. Carpenter, who will be talking about the wonders and healing powers of gardens. Welcome!
The Wonders of Gardens
by H. Carpenter
Gardens are amazing places. They can be big, small, formal or informal. Have different sizes and shapes, and a variety of names that you’re probably familiar with like butterfly garden, water garden, xeriscape garden, Zen garden – the list is endless.
My garden is none of the above. It’s just a simple hodgepodge of plants, trees and shrubs. Over the years, working in this rambly garden has made me happy, sad and surprised.
Inage source H. Carpenter
Happy is azaleas hugging the fence line.
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Poinsettias turning their flowery faces toward the sun.
A crepe myrtle donated by my mom. The snippet she gave me many years ago before she left for that perennial garden in the sky has become a hardy bush. It blooms every summer, and each bloom is like a visit from her.
Inage source H. Carpenter
Sad is the small dogwood struggling to survive amid a jumbled patch of weeds. It isn’t much of a tree. Just a few spindly leaves propped on a skinny trunk covered by a heavy vine. It really needs saving. But lately I haven’t been able to generate the energy to do the job.
Why? A different kind of sad.
In the past few years, my daughter became the biggest contributor of hodgepodge to the garden. Recent additions include a Shasta daisy, a firebush, and a jasmine that’s busy scenting the air.
Nearby sits a plumbago she brought over before she went to join her grandma in that heavenly garden. We finished the final chapter of our last story while heaping pine needles around the bottom of the bush. That story has never seen the light of day. And the plumbago has never produced a bud.
My heart’s been heavy since she left, and writing has fallen by the wayside. Even gardening has become a chore. In more ways than one, I am so lost without her.
Then this week the plumbago bloomed! Only a few sky-blue flowers, yet seeing them made me smile.
Inage source H. Carpenter
Yes, gardens, formal, informal or hodgepodge, are amazing places. But as most gardeners know, and I have just rediscovered – the true wonders of gardens are the flowers.
They can soothe the weary, calm the angry, and without any fanfare, quietly mend a shattered heart.
About the Writer/Gardener:
Once upon a time there was a mother/daughter author duo named Helen and Lorri, who wrote as HL Carpenter. The Carpenters worked from their studios in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, was unreal but not untrue. Then one day Lorri left her studio to explore the land of What-if, and like others who have lost a loved one the magical place lost much of its magic. But thanks to family, plus an amazing group of wordsmiths named Authors Moving Forward (AMF), the magic is slowly returning.
You can find Helen at WordPress: Facebook: Blogger
Gina Briganti said:
It does my heart good to see you writing again, Helen. I believe that those sky blue flowers are a gift from Lorri.
htkc said:
Thanks, Gina. Lorri added a lot of flowers to my garden, but the Plumbago is special. 🙂
Gina Briganti said:
Thanks for sharing it with us. 💐
htkc said:
You’re welcome, Gina. Thanks for all the likes. 🙂
Gina Briganti said:
Reblogged this on http://www.ginabriganti.com and commented:
H. Carpenter is writing about gardens and I feel so blessed to read her words today.
htkc said:
Thanks for hosting me, Catherine. Your Writer’s Garden is a wonderful way to honor all of us who love writing and gardening. 🙂
Catherine Castle said:
It was my pleasure. I’m so glad your garden is now giving your comfort.
sloanetaylor1 said:
You are amazing, Helen. Dig out that unpublished story. I know an editor and cover designer who will bring the book to light. And that’s because we love you. 🙂
htkc said:
Thanks for all you do, Sloane. And thanks for the kudos. Love you all back. 🙂
June McCrary Jacobs said:
Thanks for sharing your story here, Helen. Sending you good wishes for your writing and gardening adventures in the future. :0}
htkc said:
Thank you, June. 🙂
Gail Pallotta said:
Thanks for the blog. Your flowers are beautiful. I’m sorry for your loss and wish you the best with your writing.
htkc said:
You’re welcome, Gail. Your thoughtful words are much appreciated.
Becky Van Vleet said:
Oh, this blog touched my heart like no other. I’m so sorry for your loss. And these words just seem lame. I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through. But I do hope you’ll continue to see more flowers bloom with each passing season. I do believe that beautiful and exquisite flower gardens on planet earth are just a tiny glimpse of what God has waiting for us in the heavens.
htkc said:
Becky, your words aren’t lame, they’re beautiful. Thank you.
Carole Brown said:
What a sad, but beautiful, wonderful post! I loved it. I hope you’ll soon be able to return to your writing!
htkc said:
Thank you for the lovely comment, Carole.
sharonledwith said:
This amazing post made me cry, Helen. I miss Lorri too. So happy to see that you’re writing again! You inspire me so much. Love your garden, and the world you created for Lorri to come visit. Hugs and love, my friend!
htkc said:
Hugs and love back, Sharon. And thanks for being there. 🧡
htkc said:
To Catherine for sharing her blog, to everyone who commented, and to all who liked and shared…thank you, thank you, thank you! You made my heart smile. 💖
Catherine Castle said:
You touched our hearts, Helen, and showed us the healing power of gardens.