When I was young my father used to tell me what a wonderful gardener his mother was. They grew a large and beautiful garden at their home in Point Loma. He and his siblings tended to it regularly but he credited his mother for it's existence. She planted it with vegetables and flowers. Times were hard and folks were frugal and self sufficient but she longed for and created the beauty she had known of her home in Sweden.
He told me that even in winter she would bring home plants that looked dead and past reviving only to nurture them in the kitchen window to beautiful, thriving, welcome color. He especially remarked about the coleus.
He always remembered the coleus.
She would say "Med karlek och latta Gud gor resten".
"With love and light God does the rest"
