In The Garden….

“I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, Falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.”

In the Garden, by C. Austin Miles (from The Broadman Hymnal)

Gardening is Alone Time. Especially in the early morning hours as the sun rises in the east and the grass is still wet with dew. You take off your shoes and just let your feet get wet (and muddy).

Cup of coffee in one hand. The hoe in the other.

This is my favorite time of day to be in the garden. Silence truly is golden.

And yet, sometimes when you’ve just pulled up some Johnson Grass and stopped to admire the Zinnias now starting to bloom in earnest, you are reminded of friends and family no longer with you, and you feel you are not alone, both in the garden and in Life.

You carry them with you. These Zinnias that are blooming and ready to be cut and shared are a reminder of the person for whom I grow them: My Mom. She loved them. We always had a vase-full on the kitchen table. Like fresh green beans, hot weather and rainstorms, they are fixtures of summertime.

My late sister Julia loved Zinnias, as well, and probably for the same exact reason that I do: They reminded her of our mother. Julia was also a child of Summer. This was her season. She married and moved away from Hodgenville and became a Master Hosta-Grower, but one of her favorite things to do was to return home for the summer, drink iced tea on the back porch, and eat pimento cheese on pumpernickel bread.

These are two of the people I carry with me to the garden, and even though I don’t feel them with me every day, I feel them in certain moments and am reminded to slow down, to reflect, and to enjoy the pleasure of a morning well-spent…in the garden.

More later from Groundhog Hill.

This column, these zinnias, are dedicated to my mother, Frances Bond Enlow La Rue (1921-1984) and to my sister, Julia Brooks La Rue Orwig (1951-2009), and to my cousin, Robert Lewis Enlow, Sr., a master gardener.

About Surfing Hollywood

Steve La Rue is an internationally recognized leader in Film & Television with 20+ years experience as a Development Executive championing such series as Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The X-Files, The Simpsons, King of the Hill, Battlestar Galactica, and Farscape. He writes, blogs, and consults on All Things TransMedia from his home at the beach in Santa Monica, CA, where he balances his life by surfing every damn day.
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11 Responses to In The Garden….

  1. Jana says:

    Pass the Kleenex…you know how I felt about your momma!

  2. I do. FB was pretty great. Thanks, Jana! xo, S.

  3. Susie Skaggs says:

    I always read your column expecting lots of laughs. Did not expect this. Beautiful!
    Your Mom would be proud !

  4. Will LaRue says:


  5. Melinda McCubbin says:

    I never met your mother, but I have always heard wonderful things about her. I must admit this column left me rather misty-eyed. Very touching…your mama would have been very proud, I am sure.

  6. Ruth Anne Taylor says:

    Steve, it was so good running into you at The Biscuit. Seeing you took me back so many years of when Julia and I would babysit you and your brothers. Reading your article touched my heart, with reflecting back on your mother and one of my true friends in life, Julia. I was so blessed to be a friend to Julia and to spend time with the LaRue family. These are truly, “Precious Memories.”

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