Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens share their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing.
Todays guest is Betty Thomason Owens. Welcome, Betty!
I have always loved flowers. When I was six, I brought my mom a lovely bouquet. Unfortunately, I had gleaned those blooms from a neighbor’s prize-winning flowerbed. Yeah, I’m fairly certain she gave Mom an earful.
Years later, Mom and I pay annual visits to the University of Kentucky Arboretum. I never outgrew my love of flowers. Wandering through acres of every blossoming plant you can possibly grow in our area, I’m delighted. The rose garden alone takes a full hour to tour. Of course, I must stop and smell each one.
Back home, in my humble, very messy garden, I’m constantly surprised by blooms. Since we’ve lived here, I’ve planted perennials that keep popping up year after year. Many times, I don’t even notice them until they bloom. This year, that is especially true. We’ve had so much rain the entire yard looks like a jungle. Our hydrangea is nearly as tall as the house and hasn’t even bloomed yet. I’m finding plants beneath that towering bush bravely pushing out brilliant blooms.
The other day, I found a fuchsia-colored dahlia beside a bright yellow one. Fire-red Gerbera daisies are camping out next to calla lilies with barely a space between. The dampness has no doubt contributed to the lilies’ wealth of blossoms.
I need to make time to clean out the weeds popping up among all the diversity. Maybe I’ll catch a sunny moment here soon. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the hilarity. That’s what I call the unplanned mess. I look across the way to see the beautifully structured gardens planted by my neighbors and laugh. I doubt they admire my skill, but honestly, I prefer the cottage garden look to the straight, color-coordinated rows. I wonder if they’re ever surprised by a forgotten plant that pops up in the spring?
So, back to the UK Arboretum, where neat paths wend their way through a paradise of multi-colored daylilies. Butterflies dance unhindered and bees buzz about our heads. We stop and admire the aroma of the petunia beds, then move to the kitchen garden where Mom tries to guess the names of the herbs before she looks at their nameplates.
In case you’re wondering, the sun is out. I’m playing in someone else’s garden, rather than working in mine. But none of these moments are lost. This is Mom’s eighty-sixth year and I plan to enjoy as many of these precious moments as possible. My beloved, messy garden will wait.
About the Writer/Gardener
Betty Thomason Owens loves being outdoors. Her favorite season is spring, when she can work in the garden or take long walks. She writes historical fiction that always includes a sweet romance and often hints of suspense. She leads the Louisville Area ACFW group, serves on the board of the Kentucky Christian Writers Conference, and is a co-founder of the multi-author Inspired Prompt blog. Married forty-four years, she’s a mother of three, and a grandmother of eight. A part-time bookkeeper at her day-job, she writes for Write Integrity Press, and has eight novels in publication. You can connect with her here, on her Facebook author page.
by Betty Thomason Owens
She’s waited too long. When Tom proposed last year, Annabelle wasn’t ready to open her heart to another man. Pain still held a thin crust around it. Time has healed her heart, but with a new woman in town, one who clearly has her sights set on Tom, does it matter if Annabelle’s heart is ready to love again? Folks in town are keeping a close eye on their pharmacist, hoping to be the first to hear the good news. He’s been courting the widow Cross for nigh on two years now. Annabelle Cross better wake up and put her dancing shoes on. Mr. Tom is prime real estate. Drift back into the simple, country life of Tennessee in 1957 with this sequel to award-winning ANNABELLE’S RUTH.
Annabelle’s Joy releases August 6, 2019,
but is available for preorder now at Amazon