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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Flowers (10/03/05)

TITLE: Grannys Flower Garden
By Aylin Smith


Granny’s Flower Garden

Looking back over the years, reviewing all that has taken place in my life, I am reminded of just how important our lives can be. I have fond and vivid memories of the weekend trips to my Grandmothers house, when I was growing up. Bright and early one October morning, just as the sun was settling in the sky, my grandmother and I were working in the flower garden. We were on our knees with a little hand-held shovel, and a gallon picture of water, breaking up the earth that ran along the length of the concrete wall of her driveway. We were digging little holes making ready to plant the bulbs that she had bought the week before.

I watched in awe as her delicate hands worked through the soil, making sure it was deep enough and free of dead grass and rocks. When the soil was ready, the small bulb was placed in the hole and Granny began to cover it back up with the dirt. My job was to water each bulb as she finished planting, It was fun being able to help her in this small task.

“How long will it take for them to bloom?” I asked her as we gathered the shovel and pitcher we had used and headed back to her porch to sit down for a moment or two before heading back inside the house. She smiled at me and patted my hand, replying lovingly, “It won’t be long”. Every other weekend I watered those holes where the bulbs were planted and watched eagerly for them to bud, because I wanted to see how pretty they were.

Fall came and went, bringing the cold winter and freezing rain and a threat of snow here and there. The changing weather upset me, for all this time not one flower had bloomed. Once again, Granny took my hand and kissed my cheek while whispering softly, “Not too long now.” Granny’s sweet voice was comforting, as we sat within the warmth of her cozy trailer, listening to the howling winds of March.

Finally, spring arrived. Granny was driving me from school to her house and she stopped briefly at the stop sign. Turning to me, she said with a big smile on her face, “There is a surprise for you when we get home.” My eyes widened and my face beamed with excitement as I asked eagerly, “What is it?”. I was not a very patient child at 8, so I asked two or three times and she would only smile. Pulling up along the driveway, I unbuckled my seat belt, threw open the car door, and hurried out to see what my surprise could be. As I truly looked at the sidewalk for the first time, my eyes sparkled like gems. Long lines of beautifully arrayed flowers stood high, swaying gracefully with the gentle breeze of the wind.
I was so happy for the time we had taken to plant the bulbs, water them, and tend to them. Nurturing them with love and a bit of time from day-to-day, yielded a breathtaking reward. Vibrant, beautiful colors of red, orange, yellow, and purple, mixed with white, filled my gaze. “They’re perfect!” I said to her as I wrapped my arms about her narrow waist, hugging her softly. “We did it!” came the exclamation as I walked down the line where we had planted them. Granny hugged me back and lifted my chin so I looked into her eyes. She said lovingly, “God did it. We just gave it love and nourishment to help it grow.”

I am older now and my Granny has gone to be with the Lord. Each time I see the delicate, fragile flowers of beauty, I am reminded of her. In my heart I feel that once we have the seed of Gods love planted within us, if we love him, we will nurture his love as we would a flower bulb. By reading his word and growing in him spiritually we are growing. When given the chance to spread His love that he gave us, we blossom into a beautiful flower.

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Debbie Murray10/10/05
I loved the picture you painted with your words. The writing was vivid and you could feel emotion in your words. Well done!
Alexandra Wilkin10/11/05
Beautiful memories beautifully told. Give each new line of dialogue a new paragraph, it helps in the reading of it. Lovely stuff. God bless.
Anita Neuman10/12/05
This was so well-written, I forgot I was in the Beginners section! I think this would have a stronger beginning if you took out the first sentence; just start right in with the memories - don't explain that you're reminiscing.

A peer editor could help you catch those tiny details (punctuation etc.) - I say that not to discourage you, but because you have a great writer's "voice" and your story is well-crafted - now you can get pickier about eensy-weensy details.

Great job, overall. You should be proud of this piece!
Jeffrey Snell10/12/05
Isn't it amazing how the Lord uses each life experience to show us Himself? Thank you so much for sharing this one with us! Your fond memory of your grandmother is obvious in each sentence. What a treasure to have!
Brandi Roberts10/12/05
I really enjoyed this. So many of our best moments in life are those spent doing something we enjoy with loved ones. Thanks for sharing!
terri tiffany10/13/05
Your ending ties it all up so nicely! Thanks!
Garnet Miller 10/14/05
One may plant,another may water, but it is God that gives the increase! He eagerly watches for us to shoot through the earth and grow to new heights! This story reminds me of the times when I await the rebirth of my daylilies every spring. I get so excited when the first leaves shoot through the dirt! Thanks.
Nina Phillips10/16/05
Hello, gee this really touched my heart, and caused me to think about my mother and I working together in the flowers. So, touching and inspirational too. I have to agree with everyone..very nice peice. God bless you!!
PS: I can't wait to see who wrote this.