Today I attacked the garden, or rather it attacked me, based on the scratches and abrasions my arms and legs incurred. My garden has been embarrassingly ignored over the last few years and it has become a veritable jungle. I told my friend Mark, that I would need a machete (has to be said like they say it in the movie “Machete”) to get through the undergrowth. With a 3 day weekend ahead of me, the last 3 day weekend of the summer, I felt like I actually had time to tackle the garden, section by section. The temperatures have dropped this weekend and the highs are only supposed to be in the mid-80s – like my husband says – its Hawaii weather – perfect gardening weather.
In digging through the garden, I came across some very interesting things. Things that have been there for several years. That’s really why I am writing this post, to tell you about these things I found. I am not going to bore you with my gardening prowess – which is basically non-existent through lack of motivation.
I trimmed the Sequoia, which has sadly suffered this year because of the drought. In cutting the dead limbs that I could reach, I discovered an arrow that had been skillfully shot through one of the branches. In my mind’s eye, I went back to the year my youngest believed he could be an Archer of the utmost magnitude. This was the year when he and his brother were playing “Oblivion” (the video game set in the awesome era of Knights, Archers and Dragons) – where all the boys talked about was Wolf Bane, Foxglove, armor, enchantments and of course, Nirnroot (most necessary for making potions). My youngest wanted a bow and arrow set so badly, and we argued, well, maybe discussed the pros and cons of a 12-year-old having access to a really pokey weapon. In the end he won. He spent hours out in the backyard shooting arrows off. I spent hours yanking errant arrows out of my trees and shrubs.
During the Archer era of my youngest son’s life we also had a trampoline (another item of potential destruction that I fought valiantly against – but lost) and I distinctly remember, the looming monstrosity blocking the view of my flower bed with the lavender roses and the Four O’clocks. That used to irritate me so much. I recall the boys getting on the trampoline and practicing their Ninja moves while bouncing at ridiculously scary heights. I’d watch them from the kitchen window, and just hold my breath knowing that someone was undoubtedly going to suffer a fracture. Then I would have to take them in to the ER at the hospital where I worked Pediatric Surgery and Trauma, and I envisioned having to explain why I, who knew better, allowed my children to bounce on an evil trampoline. Luckily, none of that ever happened.
Further along, in my quest to tame the jungle, I uncovered a long forgotten water polo ball which had become completely entangled in an overgrown asparagus fern. It took some real diligence to extricate it from the fern. As I finally pulled it from the green, spiny cage in which it had been encased, I heard the echoes of the boys laughter and the splashing of the pool water in my head. Holding the ball in my hands, I remembered the years of water polo; the hauling them back and forth to practices, the trips to other schools for games and tournaments, the exhilaration of watching the boys make a goal. I could hear the friendly insults when all the boys were over, splashing in the pool, the tsunami of water rolling out of the pool into my flower beds. In my mind, I could hear the boys and their friends running (I reminded them on multiple occasions NOT to), the rapid twanging of the diving board as it was released from the weight of the boys diving, the splash and the ensuing laughter. Over and over I could hear “Mummy, Mummy rate this dive, whose is better?”
I also unearthed a solar light pink flamingo, blanketed by Daylily leaves and asparagus fern stems (don’t tell M. Trautz – she would be horrified if she knew I cared so poorly for my one and only flamingo). The original brilliant pink has been completely bleached white from the sun and the constant exposure to the elements. I purchased it the year I was into solar garden lights. At night my garden looked like a landing strip at a small airport. All the lights have died now, with the exception of one that continues to shine bright in the Smoke Bush.
I sat in my garden surrounded by an ever-growing pile of clippings, looking at these items I had discovered, listening to the sounds of childhood enjoyment that echoed through the garden, stored in the plants and trees which have stood silently watching as the years have gone by. The trampoline is gone now, I can see the Four o’clocks once again and the grass that died beneath the trampoline has regrown. The pool surface remains smooth and undisturbed, there are no longer the sounds of laughter. The boys are now equipped with cars and my credit card most of the time. They spend the majority of their time at the gym, getting the gains. The garden is silent now, but I have discovered the memories are not, the voices, the laughter, the joy of childhood are still there, just waiting to be uncovered.
Your post made me smile. What a treasure trove of memories you found.
Yes, it turned out to be a very productive gardening day. Thank-you!!!!
Thank-you my Sassy friend!!!!!!!
So cracking up at you finding a flamingo in there! But the rest, what lovely memories.
Yes and it’s tummy used to glow pink at night. It was so cool!!!!
My grandma used to say that if you flashed certain colors after dark that meant you were requesting a gentleman caller.
What would the glowing of a pink flamingo’s tummy indicate? Nothing awful I hope! Maybe – Please bring shrimp?
Don’t remember all the colors but they all meant something of a sexual nature. She about died when I got a blue bulb for my lamp in high school
Can you even buy colored light bulbs anymore? I haven’t see them in ages – not that I am looking to buy any.
I’m not sure, it’s been years since I tried has well.
oh, a glowing tummy? I have to find one of those.
I hope you don’t think less of me for taking such horrible care of my one and only flamingo. The glowing pink tummy was really cool!!!
Of course not. He probably was hiding from flying arrows and water polo balls.
Oh good point – hadn’t thought of that!!!
I found it relatable to be worried about things that never happen (the trampoline and your fears of a trip to the ER). Aside from not having the yard you wanted, you can look back to such wonderful memories. I wonder if at the time you realized the memories you were making. You’re still making new memories, just in different ways.
Love the shimmering sheen of that steel colored Mikey. 🙂 Good luck with the garden.
Thanks Lori – How are all your respective feet?
I have bad feet, so mine ache each day, but the ankle is fully healed. Gary will have feet pain for the rest of his life, but it’s tolerable. He just threw out his back the other day though (a result of the accident). Max is doing much better. His toe shows healed on the xrays, but since he reinjured it so many times before, he has to keep a wrap around it for 2 more weeks just to be safe. Sorry you asked? Heh. Thank you for being so kind as to remember us.
It’s so lovely to clear out your space, literally and figuratively, SD. The tree is a beauty, drought-striken, even. I love the flamingo, too. The arrow goes to my heart, in a good way. Thanks for sharing your machete gains. <3
This was a great post – I love how you found all those memories, hidden among the trees 🙂
Thanks, Helen!!! Who knows what else I will find out there?!
I absolutely LOVE your flamingo! This is a great post. It makes me feel a little better about the young humans growing, at least the memories will remain planted deeply in the garden of our memories.
Thank-you so much for mentioning my little blog. Somehow this momentous notification ended up in my Spam thing, I don’t know how. So I apologize for the late reply.