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Melanie's Garden

Written by: Cynthia Allison

WE ALL WILL COME FULL CIRCLE SOMEDAY...MY TRIBUTE TO MELANIE CONTINUES. I wrote this in April,2005 as a post to my Blog. Melanie died a month and one day later... My friend Melanie was a Master Gardener; attaining that title took a lot of study, a lot of work. Most every time I walked up to Melanie's house, I would find her on her hands and knees weeding, moving a plant, or placing a new one in the ground. Her favorites were the peonies...big, lush, fragrant...in shades of palest pink and white. She had to stake them they were so big. A Spring ritual I always looked forward to was walking with Melanie along the creek that flows behind her house to look for the bright, multi-colored primroses she had planted there. There were several wild Large Flowered Trilliums that showed up every year along the bank, and up near the front garden there was a wild Turk's Cap Lily that bloomed every summer. Her small house reminded me of one of those English countryside homes draped in roses and surrounded by flowers. Melanie's gardens look natural, look as if they sprang up wild. They only look wild, though; every plant was deliberately placed!

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