I am my mother afterall!! How did this happen? Is it destiny, genetics, or did somone just turn the lights on for me? I have never shared my mother's love of the outdoors but as I am getting older, I find that I am becoming more and more like my mother. This is not a bad thing, its just, well can I say, SHOCKING?
This brings me to the point at hand. I grew up with a Mother who absolutely loved nature and the birds and animals that came with it. She actually found beauty in South Texas and the foliage that grows throughout the Rio Grande Valley...She and my brother, Jim were known to come back from visits to West Texas with a loaded down trunk full of oversized rocks, and on the visits to our Gulf Coast, and she'd drag home driftwood. .There were also times she'd come home with cactus different people would give her from the ranches she'd visit. Now what exactly would she do with this stuff you ask? She'd put it in our yard. Looking back now, I remember just how beautiful that yard was. I also picture my mom sitting on the front step of our home (wearing her long rainbow robe) enjoying her yard after she watered it in the early evenings. All of a sudden I want to do something with my yard. Right now there is very little out there, so I am starting with a blank canvas. I can't plant things right now because of my recent surgery, but I started searching the internet today and am keeping a list of plants to purchase once I am back on my feet. I also have come up with a "to look for" list. What is on it you ask? Of course, oversized rocks, native plants, and some driftwood. The yard won't be complete without a birdbath and a small area designed to attract her favorite bird, the hummingbird. I also envision a small sign dangling off the birdbath called "Mom's garden". Ok, I know this is weird, but I am also going to keep my eye open for a tumble weed that I can wrap in clear Christmas lights and turn on in the evenings. Ok, I know its a little weird, but lets just blame it on my Mom, ok?
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