I may garden by myself, but I am never alone in my garden.
When I am working in my vegetable garden, I can feel my Dad standing beside me, admiring the neatness of the raised beds. I'm sure, too, that he is pleased that I still stake my tomato plants, just like he used to.
When I see the asters blooming in the fall, I think of my aunt, who gave me the asters many years ago. She would enjoy