“Who lived here? He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And we are so amazed, we're crippled and we're dazed A gardener like that one no one can replace” - “Empty Garden”, Elton John Growing up, whiffle ball games were perhaps responsible for consuming as much of my time as sleep. Almost nightly from early Spring until the World Series ended, a thin, yellow plastic bat, and an assortment of perforated white balls were all that my friends and I needed to occupy our hours. When the balls broke, we’d use duct tape to secure the cracks. Not only did this give us more efficiency with our whiffle ball allowance, it also gave more velocity to the ball. A well-taped whiffle ball was, both, a pitcher’s secret weapon and a good hitter’s chance at a fence-clearing dinger.
Tommy, you are the most beautiful person I know. I feel your heart, and you are always in mine. Thank you for this wonderful piece. Metaphorically, all parents are gardeners and experience the emptiness of which you speak. Your dialogue brings me to tears, as I relate to my own memories. Happy Father's Day, Friend...
Tears. This is my favorite of all Elton John songs, and your words bracketed by the lyrics did not disappoint. Thank you (for the millionth time) for sharing this. Artistry as communion.
Tommy, you are the most beautiful person I know. I feel your heart, and you are always in mine. Thank you for this wonderful piece. Metaphorically, all parents are gardeners and experience the emptiness of which you speak. Your dialogue brings me to tears, as I relate to my own memories. Happy Father's Day, Friend...
thank you for sharing THo, there's something about home grown, it's weaved thru my childhood as well...xoxo
Tears. This is my favorite of all Elton John songs, and your words bracketed by the lyrics did not disappoint. Thank you (for the millionth time) for sharing this. Artistry as communion.
yum :)