My grandmother’s flower garden was a magical place to play house. As a young girl I spent hours roaming tirelessly through meticulously groomed rows of blossoming plants, bushes, and trees pretending I lived in a palace. While I played hide and seek between the rose bushes and peonies my grandmother socialized with anyone who walked by. Locals often strolled past the garden on summer afternoons pointing out their favorite flowers or simply stopping to visit, keeping grandma up-to-date on all of the neighborhood happenings. Although I did not inherit my grandmother’s green thumb, the enjoyment I find socializing and bringing people together clearly sprouted from time spent in the garden with grandma. Where does your garden grow? Whether it is a patch of flowers, an email update to family, or a weekly phone call with a friend to stay connected, gardens only grow if they are watered and fed.
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