As you enter Uncle Charlie's Garden all your senses are immediately bombarded...the colors, the sounds of buzzing bees and then of course, there's the scent....the scent of a garden that has reached it's fullest potential....a garden that is just waiting for people to stroll through...and that is what we will do today.
Leave your cares at the fence...come walk with me....
Purple clementis are growing on the old fence as we enter through the gate.
From afar, the gazebo is dressed in colors of dawn...yellows, oranges and peach.
We whisper softly as we stroll along... through nature we can see the cyclical nature of life itself...
...a garden in summer...beauty and delight though at a cost of hard toil... but the benefits far out weigh the cost.
Through nature, we find our way... 
Roses are beautiful and the scent is fine...but watch out for the thorns...they will catch you unaware...
...to be a thistle in the wind, bowing to the God that made us...
...the fountain of youth...memories that nourish our soul.
But if given the choice for my next life, I think I would like to come back as Russian sage nurturing bumblebees in their morning flight. I would speak to them of far off places and send messages to long lost friends....
yes, carolion...the bees thrive in Uncle Charlie's Garden....
...we sprout from seed...and flower at will...some have long lives...and some die before their time...
Time to turn back now.....
and leave this garden...and put memories aside for another day.
Uncle Charlie was married to my Aunt Bernie...and is 92 years old. He has lived in Newfield Nursing Home for the past five years where he fills his days with reading the New York Times, the Boston Globe and the Wall Street Journal. Being childless, he gave his home in Manomet to my cousin Terry, Bernie and his Godchild.
Charlie and Terry, with my sister Fran behind on Christmas Day, 2006.
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Back to marijauna....one year my oldest son returned from school in California and was outside in the garden with me and with a quizacal look asked, "Mom, how come you have marijauna growing in your garden?"
"Where", I asked, "I wouldn't have that in my garden. Oh, those plants over there...that's Aaron's science project."
"Ma...Aaron's pulling your leg...THAT'S Marijauna!"
Now just imagine if Will hadn't come home and explained the facts to me...being a teacher in town...I would have been up a creek!!!!
"You should tell her to look at Charlie and Terry...what do you think brought smiles to their faces....could it be marijauna? Terry grows it for all the ole folks at Charlie's nursing home."
"If you think the marijauna plants are beautiful, you should see my opium plants...got a seed package from the Taliban."
I just shooed Papa outside to water the garden...once he gets on a roll you can't stop him unless you give him a task to do.
Thought you would enjoy it cecile....i'm sure flowers don't grow like this up in your ghost towns...who would tend them?
Hopefully, I can leave by a different route and leave all my cares just hanging there!
Ron B. , Charlie doesn't do any of the work....Terry and Gino do...though Charlie does get to see them on trips from the nursing home.
marge and tonia...glad I could add some beauty into your lives today.
Flew down to Tampa, Florida yesterday...imagine Florida in July...am I insane? Going to a wedding on Saturday of a grand neice...back to Mass on Sunday night.
Would that you could sit awhile in this garden Amanda and listen to the secrets it could reveal to you my beautiful poet...look within, dear friend, nature can heal a sad heart.
Aaron...Uncle Charlie is now 92 and living in a nursing home and would you believe he stays current on all news. He has an incredible mind. His home and his gardens now belong to my cousin Terry and his life-long partner Gino.
Thank you so much for sharing your Uncle Charlie's garden.
Blessings