Surviving the Heat

watering

We’ve had 90-102 degree temperatures for more than a week. They hit while my husband and I were traveling, so keeping our garden and flowers alive depended on our daughter who became the full time waterer while we were gone. She did an amazing job, but welcomed us home with open arms!

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Back to the Garden

Mom and me sitting on Dad's memorial bench.

Mom and me sitting on Dad’s memorial bench.

Red Butte Garden, in Salt Lake City, Utah, is a place of pilgrimage for my family. It is a beautiful botanical garden located on the mountainside near the University of Utah. In 1994, it was a very young garden, and when my father died in May of that year our family decided to place a memorial bench there. Dad was a professor at the University of Utah for many years, and he loved gardens, so it seemed a perfect way and place to remember him.

So, almost every time we return to Salt Lake City, my family goes to the Garden. It’s a lovely visit, no matter what time of year, and a happy place to spend time soaking up the surrounding beauty and remembering a very wise and gentle man.

Last week, while all together, we made our pilgrimage again and enjoyed the sunshine and warmth, the beautiful roses and fall-flowering plants. We sat on my Dad’s memorial bench and talked and laughed and reminisced. He would have loved sitting on that bench in the rose garden and sharing that beautiful day with his family.

 

 

Autumn Artistry

Autumn beauty

 

Autumn Artistry
~ Maude Osmond Cook (my grandmother)

With artistry the Autumn
Has hung a vast display
Of paintings rich with color,
In a riotous array.

Along the slopes and by-ways,
The aspen’s golden hues
Give accent to the maples
In crimson and chartreuse.

Beyond are purple mountains,
With sun-tipped peaks that rise
Above the hills and valleys
To pierce cerulean skies.

This brilliant Autumn showing
Will please you and enthrall,
Just bring a love for beauty,
It is free to one and all.

 

Aspen