There is something about a garden - English gardens, schoolyard gardens, sunflowers-in-an-abandoned-lot gardens, balcony gardens, windowsill gardens - that makes you slow down, lets you breathe in and out, manages to find a way to challenge all your senses. They can also be a lot of work and my husband has created a number of beautiful gardens on our own quarter acre. My Aunt Miriam was a true garden-clubber and she was always very generous with advice and clippings. She and Green Nana found much to talk about. I regret that she died before I could really appreciate her gift for green. She was never a soldier in the miltary sense, but her husband, my Uncle Paul, was, serving in the Pacific during World War II. So today on Memorial Day I think it is appropriate to remember both of them. Here are some pictures for you, Aunt Miriam. I know you would enjoy them.