Oh this could be one whole post @riverflows - except I have NO photos (or sound effects)
My first memory is of my grandfather and his garden. We would visit him during the holidays. He had one of those magnificent old homes with an equally magnificent garden. It was beautifully manicured. He had rolling lawns. Perfect. Gardens overflowing with every imaginable colour and variety of flower and huge trees. No. Not huge. GINORMOUS! Us kids would play for hours in the garden. Only now do I realize how much time and hard work he put into keeping that garden so perfectly manicured! He had rhubarb - which I have never been able to grow - and would make the best stewed rhubarb with cream or ice-cream. Or both. In their season he had a lovely grape arbour that we would play under, while we picked bunches and bunches of katorba grapes. My favourite time of the day in my Grandpa's garden was 11 o'clock every morning. He would make us rooibos and he would have black coffee. Then we would sit under the vine on his little verandah nibbling ginger cookies (and stealing his treacle sugar). While Grandpa whistled for the wild birds. He had a particular whistle just for them. And they would come at 11am sharp twittering in response as they pecked at the food he put out for them. Special memory. Remember @craigcryptoking?
Many things are explained now :) The passion for gardening and those amazing recipes and the love for the wild life!
So lucky to have such a wonderful Grandpa @buckaroobaby!
I don't have any photos with me, they are all in my parent's house and I was struggling to find a way to describe the garden of my grandparents! You gave the feeling in a beautiful way! I wish I had memories like yours from my childhood! Absolutely wonderful!!! Thank you so much for sharing!
Oh I'm sorry that you don't have similar memories @traisto! They really are so precious. As well as forming a child to the adult they become
Well, I did my revolution and came as close to nature as I could :)
But it was great reading at your story @buckaroobaby, precious memories indeed!
Wow no wonder you two ended up gardeners yourselves! What joyful memories. He sounds like a real character! What a shame there are no photos! You evoke this memory so colourfully I'm sure it's a photograph in your heart and mind. Love this. Thanks for sharing x
Isn't it amazing how many of us were inspired by grandparents? My brother and I are without excuse considering our mother is the original lady with green fingers and dirty finger nails. But it was so much part of our life looking back I always remember Grandpa as being the inspiration