Breathe Life into Your Home

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Back in 1970 at the tender age of 3 years, I realized I had a gift. 

This gift was one passed down to me from my grandfather Hubert Coley. Back then the I was just an eager to help kid who loved following his grandfather around and watch how he gingerly attended to each plant that he sowed from a seed,  or transplanted from tiny seedling and tend to them over acres and acres of farmland, as shepherd would to his flock . Whether it was red peas, tomatoes, potatoes turnips, carrots, bananas, lettuce, corn, and his most rewarding cultivation- The Yellow Yam. This root tuber was a staple food in our community and when my grandfather reaped his crop he dug each one from the earth with his bare hands as if he were extracting an ancient artifact from the earth. His yams won Blue Ribbons at Agricultural Fairs as his yams spanned two to three feet wide and if not broken during extraction with his bare hands carried  lengths of 3 -4 feet his  dug up patiently and meticulously lengths as deep as four feet long. 

As I watched him gently used his garden hoe  to gingerly to create mounds of Manchester bright red dirt around each individual, root of his joyful little gifts from God which   pea-plant  that it dawned on me that I wanted to be a plant whisperer. that he wanted to grow special flowers