Solace for the Soul

 I don’t recall when my interest in flowers and gardening began.  From my childhood I only remember my parents having a few peonies and a handful of tulips growing in the yard.  I recall my father keeping the shrubs carefully trimmed and the lawn neatly mowed.  Mother would always plant red geraniums in the window boxes on the front of the house.  However  I don’t think either of my parents particularly enjoyed being outside amongst any flowers in a garden.

Over the years my husband and I have enjoyed expanding our interest in gardening.  One home  in which we lived had so many trees in the yard that out of necessity we created a lush shade garden with a variety of ferns and hostas lining  paths that allowed us to wander from area to area of the garden.  It was there we enjoyed a small pond and the peaceful sound of a fountain.  

Our Tennessee home presented us a blank canvas.  No trees and very little soil with patchy grass wasn’t particularly inviting. Our current garden remains a work in progress and is slowly expanding and maturing.  

Simply stated, over the years my garden has become my special place. 

Nearly daily I photograph my flowers in the garden.  I often wonder which came first – the love of photography or the love of gardening.  For me the two go hand-in-hand.

Recently I brought a Calla Lily from the garden into the house for a photoshoot.  She was such a curvaceous, beautiful subject.


© Sue Henry

© Sue Henry

© Sue Henry

© Sue Henry

© Sue Henry

© Sue Henry

“A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul.”  ~ unknown

Submitted by Sue Henry


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