The Mystery School
By Ortrun Franklin
“I remember Grandma’s smile As she planted, pruned, and tilled Laboring with love and laughter As this world with joy she filled.”
Grandma’s Garden The growing season is in full swing. People are busily tending their gardens and Grandma’s garden is no exception. It becomes a gathering place for not only humans, but elementals, faeries and critters. Like the potter with his/her wheel, all are participating and doing their part in creating a majestic piece of art.
Star Nations Magazine • June 2020 • 24
In the garden you will find a stepping stone that reads “Grandchildren Crossing”. The children and grandchildren add another dimension of love and joy to the garden. They play in it, dig and plant, prune and pick the flowers and come up with artistic floral arrangements. The creative imagination of my grandson enhances the garden with Lokeytown. Neatly designed driveways lead up to Grandma’s house (a flowering plant), Mama and Daddy’s place (flowering bush) and his own “tree top pad.” A car sits here, a truck there and maybe even a boat. Oh, Lokey
Credit: Ortrun Franklin
This Grandma likes to involve all of her senses while in the garden; seeing, touching and smelling, tasting and hearing. The feel of the seeds, soil and water in my hands invigorates me. The sound of the bees humming, the fluttering of the butterflies, birds chirping, the chipmunks chatter bring a smile to my face. Watching the flowers and plants grow gives me joy. Inhaling the scent of the garden invigorates me, as well. Tasting the herbs rejuvenates me. Absorbing the colors of the flowers, plants and bushes bring warmth to my heart. Being in its presence activates my conscious, sub-conscious and super-conscious mind.
