I'm learning to listen. I mean really listen to what people are telling me. There's always something to learn about the person even if you've heard the story before.
My Dad loved to spend time in his garden. It was one of his greatest pleasures. He knew how to grow just about anything, and he had a gift to share this love with others. One of his favorite stories was about how his grandmother gave him a small section of her big garden, and on the weekends he would spend many hours planting, weeding, watering, watching and waiting for his vegetables to grow. It was a good memory. Whenever gardening came up in our conversations I gave my Dad my attentive ear and listened with my heart as he shared his favorite memories.
My Dad has passed on, and I miss him very much. I know he would love this painting of Tula. I painted her for gardeners of all ages.