Topiary

Before I write my blog, I wanted to tell you why I did not post one last week.  Over Labor Day weekend, my husband and a friend cut a dying tree down in our backyard.  Our internet cable was under it and when they cut a branch it fell on the cable.  We lost our internet and could not get it fixed until the next Friday.  So that is why I was without a post last week, no internet!

A few months ago, I was out of town for a funeral.  My grandfather died.  He was the only grandfather I ever knew and he was also the last of my grandparents to pass.  It was a sad time but, I am glad he got to meet my son, his only great-grandchild before he died.  My grandfather was a giving man who worked hard.  He was a veteran from WWII.  But, the one thing I know he was well known for was his green-thumb.  He had a beautiful yard that he kept in tip-top shape.  He would visit his son's homes and inspect their yards as if he was a judge from a topiary contest.  My father took the most liking to his father's work and has been teaching me some of the family techniques of yard work.  I know I am no where near to my grandfather's skills but, it is nice to know that it runs in my blood.

A few weeks ago I found an article of some of the most magnificent topiary gardens from around the world and I could not help but think of my grandfather.  These gardens are where my grandfather would have dreamed to work, live, and grow old.  To say my grandfather was not an artist would be a lie, he used hedge clippers and pruning sheers to sculpt the perfect bush.  Please take a look at these wonderful gardens.  Not all artists have to use a brush.  So remember to be the best artist you can be!

Topiary Gardens