Yesterday I promised you a trip inside the garden through the yard gate. Right inside the gate, to our left, is an Allen rose. It has been in the Guerrant family for generations, at least since the 1700's when my Guerrant ancestors lived in eastern Virginia, the plant surviving through a Guerrant woman who married an Allen and who's daughters passed on the rose. Now it is back growing on my branch of the Guerrant family.
And now, it is time to leave the garden once again with a last view through the maturing asparagus fronds and through the fence to the sky beyond. You may have noticed that memories are planted with many of the plants in my garden. Each step we take down the path is a step in and around my life. It pleases me to remember who gave me which plant or circumstance of when each was acquired. (My version of scrapbooking) I hope you enjoyed your walk. this morning. I'll be here again tomorrow.