This year, 2003 must be the year for secret
gardens. Many of the magazines are showing gates and entry ways into
gardens. Sometimes we are like children. It seems there has to be a
continual act of repetitive mention before we get the point. This is the
way it has been too. Finally, slow cogs were moving in my brain. It came
to mind this is a great idea!
"Patricia!" "Look!" Gramma was anxious to
share some of the pictures from the magazine with her granddaughter.
"What do you think about a secret garden?"
Immediately Patricia was caught up with
the idea. "Gramma!" "Oh, wouldn't that be just so exciting." "A secret
garden!" "Oh yes, yes, let's do have a secret garden."
There were pictures of garden gates with
a curved top. There were some that were deep and wide, and some with
simple wire designs. All gates were of different prices too. Some were
expensive. Some were low in price but with a flimsy appearance. There
were those looking to be almost a work of art in themselves.
Of course, they had to look at catalogues
for the kind of roses they wanted. Finally a variety called Ice Burg
White Climbing Roses were considered because, "they bloom around
Memorial Day and would be nice since Grandsir's favorite rose was the
"Our secret garden will have the tall
cedars, and the quiet place under them will be lovely too."
"What can we put there?" Patricia was now
getting into the planning.
"Well, we will have to consider maybe a
table and chairs, or maybe a bench, or possibly a bird bath, and maybe
we can get your Grandfather to build us a small fountain like we have in
front." "There just are so many things to think about and to plan
around." "I think we should get you a notebook so you can be browsing
through magazines for ideas." "You can cut them out and paste them on
the pages and we will think about any and all of them."
Days of fluctuating Oklahoma weather with
one day extremely warm in the seventies only to have the next day drop
into the teens could be so distressing as the grandmother remembered her
own childhood. Her own mother let them play out in the sun on the warm
days and when the next day was sunny also it was their wish to go
outside again. The shock of having the cold temperature kept them
huddling to the south side of a building where it was a little warmer,
but not for long. Maybe folks didn't think about children becoming
depressed with weather conditions but the Gramma remembered her own
childhood so well and this was one thing she had a recollection as to
being so frustrating.
"Is spring ever coming?" Little Patricia
asked her Grandmother.
"It isn't time for it yet, my dear."
"Just enjoy the warm days when we can get outdoors and enjoy the warmth
of the house when it is so cold."
And so went the days in the later parts
of January 2003. They were broken up by the Grandmother enjoying the
quick mind of the little girl cutting out and making plans for "The