Thanksgiving Day reminds me to give thanks to my garden for the lessons it has taught me through the years.
I’m not just talking about how to prune a Japanese maple tree or how to mulch a garden bed for winter. Those are good things to know, but I’m referring to the lessons of the heart that we learn from living in a special place. For me, that has been my garden.
Today, I’m looking back on the lives of loved ones, family, dear friends, loyal dogs and independent cats who have walked this turf by my side. The relationships we shared were shaped by the time we spent together, immersed in nature. Even strangers who come for a one-day visit have been moved by the home they find sitting in the middle of a garden.
How lucky for me to live in a place that has a positive impact on the soul of its inhabitants. I can attest to the fact that a garden helps shape our perception of the life we live. Even in difficult times, when my spirits were low and my heart was heavy, the garden reminded me that there are seasons in every life. That is just the way it is. Seasons come and go but there will always be another