Memories Carved from Carving

via Daily Prompt: Carve

Turkey is the first thing that came to my mind when I saw today’s prompt: Carve.  Of course, what else would I think about when I have just started my healthy eating lifestyle!  My dad was always the one to carve the Christmas Turkey at our house.  He has been gone for a number of years, but that is one of the things I miss most about him at Christmas time.  I’m not going to talk about food anymore right now so on to the next memory.

After my dad passed away, I planted a little memorial garden for him so I would think about him every time I walked by.  I went to one of the plant nurseries to look for something special to add to the garden.  They always have gorgeous statues.

First thing I saw when I walked through the door was a little garden rock about 6 inches by 4″ oval and the words written on it were, “My Dad’s Garden.”  It was so perfect, I pictured the ideal spot for the new rock.  A little farther down the aisle there were dozens and dozens of statues.  It took me a little while to find it, but yes, I found the perfect one.  It was a beautiful statue of an Angel, carved ever so perfect to place beside the rock I had found.

I’m not much of a gardener but I wanted to plant something that would sprout in the spring when the anniversary of my dad’s death came around.  I planted daffodils.  Every year they sprout up around the perfect time in April.

I really neglect my garden and besides yucca plants, the rock, daffodils and Angel are about the only things I really look after.  I love looking out the front window and seeing the masterpiece I have created.  It does not look like a masterpiece to anyone else, but to me, it is the perfect garden for dad.  I miss him so much.  I walk by it daily.

Memories are sad, but awesome.  Do you have a Special Garden, Tree, Plant, Memorial?

I’m Frazzled Again.

Photo from

11 thoughts on “Memories Carved from Carving

Add yours

  1. I did. I planted lilies for our baby. Maybe I will share it some time. I was forced off the property by my husband’s family and had to leave it behind. I carried around a carved angel as well for several months. Then as a symbol of letting go of the past, I donated the angel. No regrets, but I do plan to have another garden for our son one day when we have a home together.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

The Hidden Hoarder

Digging Out from Under the Clutter


thoughts from the little dot


Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.

Her mourning coffee

heart ripped out via the throat

Mistakes & Adventures

What I've always wanted


This is not a usual blog

Fact Based Truth

Truth based on facts

Yogalicious Life

Make this life Yogaliciously yours!

Another Blog

A Blogzine for Women

Chomeuse with a Chou

Unemployed with a cabbage: tales of family life in France


Psychology to Motivate | Inspire | Uplift

Good to be Home

"It is a happy art, the art of living together in tender love." JRM

SoundEagle 🦅ೋღஜஇ

Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas

Diary of a Twenty Something

Finding meaning in the small and mundane...

Homeless shelter, volunteering, family, struggles, inspiration

My Struggle is Real

I Can't Never Could Accomplish Anything

In A Messy World

I live in a world of fantasy, so keep your reality away from me.

%d bloggers like this: