I celebrate my dad whenever I garden, so in my world, most days are Father’s Day. My love of gardening is a gift from him.
My dad was a horticulturist by trade, loving all things gardening. He worked all week at a local nursery, then spent his weekends gardening at home. My sister and I took turns on the one-way wheelbarrow rides, while he hauled rocks to our London, Ontario back yard. He built a meandering brook through the center of the garden, then added flowers and trees. I savored my first cherry tomato from my dad’s summer garden. I remember walking through the kitchen door with a handful of tomatoes and giving them to my mom for our lunch. To this day, they remain a garden favorite. Dad died when I was just a girl of 9. How I missed him!
18 years ago I married a wonderful man. He’s father to our own two boys. Today we celebrate him as well. Not a gardener himself, he does everything in his power to make my garden look carefree. He installs and regularly repairs the irrigation to keep things watered evenly. This summer he built a new raised bed so I could add more flowers to the garden mix. He stains the deck, repairs the fences and helps research garden pests. We’re a good team.
Most of all, he nurtures our two boys, helping see to their ‘care and feeding’ as well.
A father lost and a father found. Happy father’s day to the men who stand up, show up and make the world a better place. Hallmark sentiments aside, this day is in honor of you.