My Mama had the most beautiful flower garden when I was a little girl. During the week days, she would wake up early in the mornings with my dad . He would have tea and she would drink coffee. Then dad goes to the farm and mom, at the dawn of day goes to the flower garden. She cared for those plants like you would a child.  Always showing the new buds and the beautiful things that is happening in the garden. What peace and joy. As the sun rises, she goes on to all her other daily activities. Then when evening falls and the family is all fed and cared for, my mom and dad and I sits on the porch, over looking the beautiful garden. Mom would plait straws (used to make hats and baskets etc.) dad played the harmonica and we all sang christian songs, while admiring  the beautiful garden and sometimes laughing and talking of how our day went.