While I piddle with my plants, I think about other writers who spent time in the garden.
Eudora Welty shared the love of gardening with her mother. And the love spilled over into her work.
Bloom was everywhere in the streets, wisteria just ending, Confederate jasmine just beginning. And down in the gardens! — they were deep colored as old rugs in the morning and evening shade. Everybody grew some of the best of everybody else's flowers…
Eudora Welty
From her short story, Kin.
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Lovely. Haven't read Welty in awhile. You've motivated me!
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ReplyDeleteI'm ashamed to say that I didn't read my first Welty story until I started to write. Now she is one of my favorite writers.