Good morning to all. Another gloomy day, but I have a lot to accomplish. Planted seeds last night and now it will only be a week before their tiny little heads are popping up to greet the word. Love the thought of fresh vegetables.
Today's blog is all about a garden tepee. I noticed the other day somewhere along the way a tepee in a garden. I reminded me of so many years ago in my own garden when I had made one. I used long green garden stakes and some cable ties to gather and tighten them up at the top. I planted ivy at the base of each stake and as it grew, I cable tied them here and there along the way. Ivy grows very quickly and has trailer so that it trailed and covered the entire tepee.
Seeing the picture the other day reminded me of how much fun my granddaughter had going inside. I kept a portion of the front cut open just for that purpose. I had a round carpet that I threw inside for her to sit on. Oftentimes, she would take in a little book and read. It definitely is a sweet memory. It was too small for me to crawl into, so instead, on certain days, we would go to The Grove in Glenview and walk the trails until we reached the life sized Tepees. We would both go inside and pretend that we were Indians. We always carried a book or two with us and we would sit Indian style...well...mostly she did. I was pretty lucky in those days to make it down to the ground. We would talk about what it must have been like to have been a native American. We would discuss how they planted their gardens and harvested and how they cooked. It was so much fun and yet an educational day. Outside of the tepee, there was a bench that we would sit down at and have our lunch.
At times, Sarah would pretend to be a native American and dance and sing. We would laugh and enjoy those times together and when we would return home, she would go out into the yard to check on her own special tepee.
The tepee no longer grows there, but the memories still remain. As years went by, I became a storyteller and have performed right outside the tepee at The Grove in Glenview and saw countless children going in and out of that wonderful Indian home, and each time it brought back those fond memories of Sarah and I.
In the garden now, is a fire pit, where I must say, stories and dreams are still bring told. Memories are still being made. I hope that someday soon, Sarah will come to visit and will still remember the tepee. Those days when we shared our thoughts and ideas. I remember when we used to imagine that inside the great tepee there was a fire to keep them warm and to cook their food...so it hasn't deviated that far away.
I thought that perhaps this year, I would choose another spot in the garden to grow some green beans and do it Tepee style. I may not be able to enter it...and Sarah and the rest of the granddaughters don't live close enough to visit to goo inside...but I can sit and remember.
It is funny how things evolve and change. Things can be destroyed or taken away, but those memories....they just keep on giving!