The Lifetime
Garden
by Jon Feldman
Perhaps it
all started with Mother Nature. Or maybe Mother Earth. The moon
and stars may have been created somewhere in the distant cosmos,
but lives on Earth are birthed and nurtured by 'moms'. Historical
records show that adoration of mothers has been a constant since
the earliest of civilizations- even before Hallmark.
Celebrations
of our mothers frequently involve rituals that become significant
family traditions. My family of gardeners usually express our
affections through gifts of favorite or unusual plants for mom's
garden. My parents' current garden space is modest and, in order
for our gifts to make it into their cherished permanent collection,
strategically we've got to think small. In certain years, without
a sure-fire winner, my offering shifted to a basket of annuals,
thereby safely avoiding any stress associated with the possible
rejection of long-term status.
Though my mother eschews the formality and commercialism of the
holiday, it certainly makes her happy on the day to be treated
extra-specially by her sons and daughters-in-law.
Since having
a child, finding my mom's plant spawned our first Mother's Day
tradition. My wife loves to create seasonal displays of potted
annuals for the deck on our house, and always relied on me to
bring home a lively assortment of plants for her to use. But,
even though I spend a portion of each week prowling garden centers
for clients, I never seem to remember to get the plants she needs.
Understanding
that my memory was not going to get better, or her patience longer,
I realized it was time to get her involved in the process and
make it an annual family pilgrimage. With kid in tow, we now
get to the garden center early in the season and our timeliness
is rewarded with a wide selection of spectacular plants. The
excursion became extra meaningful when we realized it could be
combined with the buying of plants for our own moms. Ingenious.
And gas saving, too.
We've tried
different garden centers over the years, but always seem to end
up at the same one, unconsciously guarding a tradition. Maybe
it's the way the plants are arranged on their benches, or the
wide selection of herbs that unleash their rich scents as we
brush past them. Or, it might be an assurance that we will find
what we need. More probably, though, it is the perennial desire
to smell the still-hot doughnuts being baked in back room.
Coming up with
new ideas isn't always easy, especially if the choice isn't apparent.
Doing so requires imagination and perseverance. Striving for
originality each year is challenging-but worth the extra thought,
because when the day is done and love fills the air, my wife,
son and I rejoice in knowing that we were Mothers of Invention.
Jon Feldman
is the owner of G. biloba Garden Environments. Reach him at
353-3448