I've just returned from another trip to the East Coast to visit family, my roots if you will. My siblings and I inherited the gardening gene from both Mom and Dad. They always had vegetable gardens, grapevines, and plenty of flower beds when we were growing up. I think back and recall that they had 'garden rooms' before 'garden rooms' were invented/coined/developed.
Mom, who inspired me to garden as a youngster, is my hero, as she bravely and boldly battles pancreatic cancer. Part of her tenacity shows as she refuses to stop gardening, weeding, and harvesting her vegetable garden while chemicals course through her, a brutal effort to stem a growth that is relentless.
She continues to find beauty every day in all that surrounds her.
Here are some of the images of those things.