I’d like to introduce you to my Grandma’s backyard.
Grandma is 90 years old. She’s almost older than the dirt that nourishes her lovely garden.
I was over at her place a few weekends back, for her 90th birthday, and as I watched my family enjoying each others company, it occurred to me that this place won’t be here forever. All of these sights that I am so familiar with will one day be a memory. This realization made me kind of sad, so I decided to capture her yard with my camera.
This small patch on the side of the yard is a testament to Grandma’s green thumb. As kids, we weren’t allowed anywhere near her garden. It wasn’t until I was in my 30s that she invited me for a tour. Already in her 80s by then, that tour of her 10’ by 3’ garden lasted a full fifteen minutes. But I loved every moment of it. Her garden includes a fig tree and some giant cactus plants. Figs and cactus? It seemed so exotic to me when I was a kid.
As a child, I luuuuuv'd this clothesline. I wanted desperately to be allowed to play on this contraption. I would’ve settled for helping to hang the clothes, but alas, I was never granted the opportunity. This was probably a smart move on her part.
|The side yard.|
Truthfully, I didn’t even know this existed until I was an adult. Back when I was a kid, I knew this was where the trashcans were kept, and that was enough for me. In the big Backyard Tour of ’03, she showed me this area, and I fell in love with it. I think she cuts the trees back every once in a while, so this picture doesn't do the area justice.
I don’t know how she is able to keep so many plants alive at one time. This is a mystery I’ll probably never unlock.
This place scared me as a kid, and it still scares me as an adult. As children, we were prohibited from even approaching the steps leading to the garage. Grandpa was a bit of a tough guy, so the threat of him catching me glancing that way was enough to keep me in my place. To this day, if I need to get something from in there, I don't linger.
|The excavation site.|
And there you have it, cinder blocks and all. I know, I know. It's cluttered, mismatched, and somewhat disheveled. It'll never make the cover of Home and Garden. But I don't see the negatives. This is the backyard of a 90 year old matriarch who loves to garden almost as much as she loves her family. I see a backyard that is warm and inviting and lush. A backyard filled with family and love and memories.
This is my Grandma’s backyard.