I grew up watching my mother garden in our back yard and I admit that as a child I don't think I ever really grasped the wonder or excitement of planting from seed and then watching it grow into something beautiful and or edible, or maybe I just don't remember being exited? I remember picking raspberries in the back and being afraid of the bees. I never knew how much tending my own garden would bring me such delight and peace. I find that I miss being there and I find my self being pulled by some invisible force to wander back there to see what's new, listen to the birds. I used to dread pulling weeds, but now I realize that it gives me a much needed chance to think. What Mama doesn't need that? This Mama is finding peace in her garden these days...