Out of the Garden Graveyard… Natural Beauty Resurrection…

Boston Ferns Growing Freely in the Wild

Dear Reader:

After excitedly surveying my yard and gardens ( after being given a complete ” physical”) Tuesday… I found my self drifting back to the wooded area, just beyond my back yard but still within the property border line.

It is in this special area that my plant ” cemetery and re-birth” center is located… right along the edge of the woods.

When some of these pots broke during an earlier tropical storm… Boston Ferns fell outspreading across their new ” frontier.” ( Title photo)

I always take my three containers of hostas and other seasonal plants to place in the security of the woods, to give each plant a chance to die back but also renew life for some ( like the hostas) that return each spring more beautiful than the year before. ( Unless the deer get them!) Life is tough for plants too!

Yesterday… into the woods I went… drawn by the beauty of these huge green leaves or fronds… and though for many plants October is the dying month… some plants don’t leave without first leaving behind their greatest memoir of beauty.

I think autumn does belong to the leaves and not just the tree kind …

Soon all the leaves will have turned colors…

BUT… speaking of trees… I glanced up into my pear tree and there was one branch holding the first turning leaves of the season…before fall ends… there is the promise of more beauty to come… trees are very patient creatures… letting flowers go first in the fall! Then… just as they start fading… tree leaves turn into treasures of gold!

More precious than gold!!

So until tomorrow… ” The eye through which we see God in nature… is the same eye through which God sees us.”

Today is my favorite day… Winnie the Pooh

Honey’s hand-made clay plant vases are the perfect size for camellias!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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