There are names that have been passed down through thousands of years which have powerful and deep-rooted meaning to their bearers. Other names have been adopted from other languages, cultures and from the big screen. They all have one thing in common. They are with us from birth until the grave and they are how we are known to everyone that we meet.
Jack a VIP Visitor
The gardens of the old house were kept immaculately by a team of unseen gardeners, so that others may visit to walk its paths, and smell the fragrances that drift like smoke through the air.
However, not everyone is allowed to wander unaccompanied across the green and luscious lawns, to discover hidden treasures behind evergreen bushes and ancient trees. This privilege is only for those, who in their lives have touched plants with love and respect. No ripping of the roots from the soil or unworthy cuts with sharpened tools when the blooms have faded and died; just a gentle touch prompted by love.
One such special visitor to the magic garden was an elderly man who walked delightedly amongst the riotous late spring colours of the flower beds and along the old stone paths. His name was Jack and he had spent a lifetime working in his own garden; gifting that love of the earth and all that grew within it to his three children and many grandchildren. As he walked in the soft late spring sunlight he caught sight of a flash of pink behind an old wooden shed and heard the tinkle of childish laughter. Intrigued he made his way across the dew damp grass to explore further.
His hand reached out and touched the delicate petals of the wall climbing rose and it reminded Jack of his two daughters. The plant was beautiful and vibrant; with the strength to grow and bloom every year in this hidden spot of the garden. He remembered how delighted Katherine and Amelia had been when Jack had bought them their first climbing rose to grace the wall of their home. He smiled to himself as he remembered the looks on their faces every time he arrived home with a new pot from the nursery on his way home from work. When their mother has died when they were still so young, it had been a way of bringing light back into their desolate home.
As he breathed in the scent of the pink blossoms an image came to his mind of a beautiful woman sat in a chair holding her beloved children closely. A feeling of joy spread through him and he stood for a moment relishing this precious memory.
This garden was not a formal place of worship but that did not matter as he knew that there was spirituality in simple things. Such as being amongst these beautiful plants and listening to the insects that hummed with the joy of spring. It was also in the sharing of fairy stories and cocoa before bedtime, hearing his grandchildren’s laughter and knowing that he was fulfilling his dying wife’s last wishes.
Part of that wish was that he continued to create a special garden for her daughters and son. She wanted them to grow to adulthood appreciating the beauty of nature and how to treat growing things with love and tenderness. It was a task that at first had been very painful, but over the years, it became a source of joy for all of them; and to those that they welcomed into their home. Many a stray dog or cat found sanctuary amongst the bushes and flowers along the borders of the lawn and even the wild foxes knew they could bring their young in safety.
Jack continued to wander, touching a rose here and a gentle scented lilac there. A yellow rose caught his eye as it was the only bloom of that colour in the garden. It stood out amongst the pale pinks and vibrant reds and he thought of his son Michael standing proudly between his two sisters and smiled to himself at the image it conjured.
He found a stone seat under a shady tree surrounded by funny little statues of dwarf musicians. He fancied he heard teenage laughter; and was that really the sound of a guitar playing nearby? Peacefully he sat drinking in the scene before him until a flash of colour and the whirr of tiny wings startled him. Hovering before him was a delicate butterfly decked out in vibrant gold and shimmering green. Amazed Jack held out his hand and the little creature settled delicately into his palm. They looked at each other for a moment or two and then the butterfly flew away back towards an old magnolia tree.
No words had been spoken but a message had been passed between them. Jack knew that he would be welcome to visit the garden anytime that he wished; a place to remember those that he had cherished and to touch again plants and petals he had loved.. But for now it was time to leave. With a lingering look at the beauty that surrounded him, he walked across the grass dotted with daisies and faded from sight into the walls of the boarded up house.
©Sally Cronin 2017
One of the reviews for the collection.
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I hope you will join me next weekend for the next story in the collection… thanks Sally.
A loving Spirit being loved!
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never forgotten..♥
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Mistress of heartwarming stories, large and small. ❤
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Thanks Debby ♥♥
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Beautiful and poignant, Sally xx
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Thanks very much Alex…♥
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A heartwarming story, Sally.
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Thanks very much John.. hope the weekend going well.. hugsx
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Yes it is swimmingly well. (Whatever that means)
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Smooth and refreshing!! hugsxx
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Ah yes. 😁
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What a lovely story, Sally. Thank you.
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Thanks very much Viv..hugsx
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A poignant story, Sally. It warms the heart. ❤ ❤
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Thanks very much Diana..hugs ♥
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A great read for this cloudy day, we today are having here. Wish you a sunny one, Sally! xx Michael
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Thanks very much Michael.. the sun is shining here and the garden beckons…hugsx
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I almost thought about the sun. 😉 Here is real London weather. Unfortunately this village has very little to do with London. Lol hugsx
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Lol.. I am sure it has other attractions.. did you mention a pond.. hugsxx
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks for sharing Michael…hugsxx
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Always with a great pleasure, and thankful for the information, Sally! Enjoy a beautiful Saturday evening. xx Michael
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Enchanting and heartwarming are both such good words to describe Jack’s story.
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Thanks very much Liz..have a lovely weekend…hugsx
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You’re welcome, Sally. I hope your weekend is going well.
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Just off out in to the garden… I might be there a while…hugsxx
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Enchanting story, Sally…
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Thanks very much Jaye..hugsx
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Love this, Sally – so heartwarming. Toni x
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Thanks very much Toni and the lovely gift in my inbox this morning…♥
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