08/06/2026
π GOURDIAN π
The gourd patch has completely gone..
Wild vines of wonder, nocturnal lunar blooms and swollen bellied Gourds, have completed their season.
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This was the 1st time I grew gourds.
And it came at a poignant time.
Tending to this patch with my father while he was fading, gave us both something to focus on other than his cancer & the short time he had left in his beloved garden.
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Gourds became a household joke
&
Something he came to appreciate.
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They held my grief and activated a childlike wonder.
In awe of their tenacious tendrils and cup like leaves,
They seemed to me to harness the moon, with their watery leaves, symbolic of the waters moving within.
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Months later, I had an epic gourd harvest!
All shapes and sizes, each one, telling it's own story.
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And so, they will sit a cure. Dry and morph into their next phase.
Much like I imagine my father doing now. Morphing into the next stage of the Spirit realm.
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Strong medicine sits in these Gourds.
Quietly waiting to become.......................?
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Carmen xx
Gourd Mother