My Mother's Special Garden
My father constantly teased my mother about the amount of time she spent in her beautiful rose garden.
He told her that she treated the garden as if it were a human being, perhaps even her best friend.
However,Mom ignored his teasing and got up early every morning to take care of her special plants.
She would walk among the thick green bushes that were covered with huge flowers of every color.
While she was walking,she would rip out any weeds that threatened her delicate beauties.
She also trimmed the old flowers to make room for their bright replacements.
Any unwanted pests were quickly killed.
When she was finished, she always returned from the garden with a wonderful smile and an armful of fragrant flowers for us all to enjoy.