My Mother’s Garden

In my Mother’s garden, the daffodils bloom.

In my Mother’s garden, a butterfly zooms through the leaves of the Japanese maple.

In my Mother’s garden, bees buzz from rose to rose spreading their pollen

In my Mother’s garden, a child sits.

In my Mother’s garden, a floppy hat with beautifully painted flowers sits on a chair.

In my Mother’s garden, a fish swims up stream in a dry river bed.

In my Mother’s garden, a woman tends to the life emerging above the ground.

In my Mother’s garden, a woman fends off the things that might damage new blossoms from flowering.

In my Mother’s garden, a woman finds magic beneath the flowers that have passed and sees beauty in the new flowers that are just beginning to make their entrance from the rich soil.

Beneath my Mother’s garden are the roots that are intertwined as one just waiting for their entrance to the stage of life above the ground.  They wait patiently beneath the surface.

In the spring the bulbs get their glory with the blooming of the hyacinths, daffodils, and crocus.  My Mother will carefully bend back the daffodil’s green stems and snip some of the sweet smelling flowers for the house.  She will then anticipate the coming of the lilies and the roses as they gradually begin to take center stage.  As the summer days begin to fade the black-eyed Susan and sedum begin to blanket the landscape.  A sign that fall is not too far behind and my Mother’s garden will be closing for the season.

I spent many a day in my Mother’s garden.  The warm sun shining on us as we talked.  Talked about what?  I don’t really recall but the days of searching for my mother in her garden have passed.

I often dream about the magic of the garden.  I like to think of the beauty of attracting the garden fairies.  That the colors and smells that live in my Mother’s garden attracts them and nurtures that which grows there.  That she considers the placement of each rock, each plant, each bulb, each thing before resting the item in place.  Does she consider the role the fairies have in the garden’s success?  Do the fairies reward her hard work with extra fairy dust that makes the garden seem like a magical place to escape to?

I do find peace in the garden.  I think of the times that I searched for my Mother in her garden.  I think of the times that I spent talking about any number of life’s events within the garden.  I remember her teaching her grandson the garden preparation in the spring including the removal of the sedum that had dried over the long winter.

I remember the life before we would wake and immediately check our electronic devices.  A time when we would smell the sweet smells of what was blooming in the garden.  I miss those days.  Perhaps it’s time to stop succumbing to the devices that seem to have our creative minds trapped and go back out and explore the world that is around us.  Re-introduce ourselves to the fairies that are starved for attention.  It is there that you will find a child and a woman, sitting on the green grass, talking, laughing and tending the life that lives all around us.


Raissa Urdiales
Raissa Urdiales
Raissa lived most of her life along the shores of Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. She currently lives in the quiet city of Tega Cay, South Carolina, just across the border from the very active art community of Charlotte, North Carolina. Raissa has not always considered herself as an artist. She spent a great portion of her adult life staring into computer screens and managing computer system implementations and upgrades in the traditional corporate setting. It was through a chance paint night that she discovered her passion for painting. On her 51st birthday, she treated herself to some acrylic paints and brushes and has not stopped painting since. She balances her passion for creating with her day job as a systems analyst. In the wee hours of the morning, you will find her painting before she immerses herself in the technology that is consuming the world today. Although Raissa does not have formal training in the arts she is very conscious of the benefits it has on the human psyche. She holds a Bachelor's of Science majoring in Psychology where she focused her studies on Organizational Psychology. Through her corporate career, she has learned how to strike a balance between that which provides monetary reward and that which fulfills us as humans. For her, this balance is obtained through painting, writing, and exercise. She is currently a member of the Guild of Charlotte Artists where she exhibits select pieces during the quarterly art shows in and around the Charlotte Metropolitan Area. She has also submitted and is featured regularly in the Light Space & Time online gallery. When she is not painting or working with computer systems, she is writing. She currently has a column with BIZCATALYST 360° named “Artful Being” where she writes on topics both in and out of her corporate life to help others gain balance on what it is to be human.

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  1. Beautiful post Raissa. I was very inspired and touched by it. I was working in our backyard today and tried to imagine what I could do to add flowers and plants. I am not one to create a garden but I think it would be a great hobby to cultivate ;)

  2. Raissa this is such a beautiful piece filled with love and memories. I love my garden, too. Gardens are magical places with the flutter of reflective wings during the day and magical firefly displays at night.