"In search of my father's garden, I found my own."
Adapted from an Alice Walker quote, discovered on A Country Farmhouse blog
CHAPTER 1: MY FATHER, MY TEACHER
I'll skip over the rebel years and the details of the difficult child I was as was my father, a complicated individual. Nonetheless, he was the patriarch, and in companionship with my mom, raised me and my five siblings emphasizing the importance of family, tradition and non-material things. He was by profession, a doctor and by hobby... a master artist, writer, electrician, carpenter, and, among many other things, a gardener.
In my faded memory, it was when we lived in Kentucky that he first encountered the Cardinal, the state bird that would become a central theme in our lives. From there, the red bird followed us everywhere.
CHAPTER 2: MY SISTER'S ROSES Scroll down for the beginning of the draft
The roses belong to my sister, and they are central in a yard in which her garden also grows. A slight shift of your eyes to the right and a scroll up to A DEDICATION reveals my mother's love of the roses my father grew for her. (To be continued).