The Language of Flowers
Category: PARENTS
I used to watch my dad garden. Watch metal strike soil, submerge and uncover, lift earth still dark under graying mulch. Watch him edge the flower beds, prune the pear trees. Study his hands as he'd loosen marigolds from plastic, plant and cover their roots with a swift hand.
By Rachael Clarke, ContributorMother, wife, writer, 2014-06-04