Nearly every town in our area has “their” Days. There’s Payson’s “Onion Days,” Lindon Days, American Fork’s “Steel Days,” and our own “Pleasant Grove Strawberry Days.” The latter two cities held their festivities recently, including Garden Tours of local homeowners’ yards and gardens.
There’s something very lovely, beautiful, and gracious about being allowed to wander through someone’s garden. It’s like they’re opening and revealing a piece of their heart to you. It’s a gift—given with graciousness and received with gratitude.
A lot of sweat, hard work, and, yes, money goes into a garden. And a lot of hopes and dreams.
Many of the gardens seem finished, although everyone knows that as a living entity, a garden is never truly complete. Like our own lives, gardens are works in progress.
I loved visiting the gardens. I loved meeting the homeowners and listening to their stories. The range of gardens was awesome, unique, and impressive. One “garden” was a 50 acre alfalfa farm! What a delight to learn the history of this homestead and how the current owners had turned it into a working farm and gathering place for their extended family. Another garden was the tiny backyard on a hillside parcel. Yet these folks had managed to turn their tiny spot into an area with nooks and crannies where their grandchildren could play and friends and family could relax and visit.
One family, obviously reptile enthusiasts, had a large goldfish pond, guarded by a large cement boa constrictor. Another home’s hidden treasure was an antique water wheel. I enjoyed the outdoor aviary in one garden—the parakeets and lovebirds reminded me of the many feathered friends my family had raised over the years. Another garden had the most awesome chicken coop. My envy quickly turned to inspiration as I studied it in the fading evening light.
I loved seeing efficient food production areas. I loved the spaces where families could gather. I loved massive majestic trees, and tiny fairy gardens. I loved smelling a wife’s favorite flowers, and visiting an angelic memorial to a departed daughter. I loved seeing these pictorial stories, each of which is worth far more than the proverbial thousand words.
Entering a garden really is like entering the heart and soul of a fellow human being.