In Search of Our Grandmother's Gardens

Stranded in South Florida, I long for hydrangeas like my grandmother used to grow.

A poet in California misses the hibiscus that took over her Cuban grandmother's Miami yard.

I live in a climate where orchids grow out of what they can grab from the air.

But I want the foliage of my youth.

God smiles at our longings and keeps creating in hopes of delighting us.