tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post7302594834633570516..comments2023-10-03T04:15:31.249-05:00Comments on Doodling In My Mind: Communing with NatureDarlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729956708957293746noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post-15701273458037466042007-04-23T12:34:00.000-05:002007-04-23T12:34:00.000-05:00Doodling In My Mind. If I had a cell phone that h...Doodling In My Mind. If I had a cell phone that had to have a Fav Five, this blog would definitely be there. <BR/><BR/>Gardens and gardening bring up so many memories. One of my favorite memories is the day my Dad, Mom, brother, Bruce, and I planted trees and rose bushes in our yard on Vilven in Houston. A warm spring day making family memories. If nothing else, this young, elementary age boy got to play in the dirt.andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00364404758589228990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post-18053247480291562642007-04-22T20:51:00.000-05:002007-04-22T20:51:00.000-05:00I share your memories of Mama in her garden. She a...I share your memories of Mama in her garden. She always had something growing. I remember the roses in the front yard. I wish I knew what kind they were. I think they were just old fashioned red floribunda roses. She never had to spray them and to me it seemed like they were always blooming. Remember picking the rose buds and pretending it was lipstick? I find that I keep trying to recapture the feeling of our childhood gardens. Yes, it does represent serenity. We saw a side of our mother that not everyone saw. She came alive in her garden. She still does! I think God placed "man" in a garden when he created him because it fulfills a deep need in us.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06755191961134444671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818188852383041387.post-31656401908044586602007-04-21T14:03:00.000-05:002007-04-21T14:03:00.000-05:00Darla, I'm so happy you are blogging; your words f...Darla, I'm so happy you are blogging; your words flow so openly and I feel I can see a side of you perhaps kept apart in a crowd. Today, you reminded me of working in Daddy's garden and of making sure the corn kernels were in a line, of eating raw beans and making corn-shuck baby dolls. <BR/><BR/>Thanks.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05739853692970644499noreply@blogger.com