Seedfolks - Nora - sample writing by Ms. Nazarchuk
Seedfolks
Nora
Nora seems like a sensitive woman, in tune with how Mr. Myes is responding to the items and events experienced on their walks. When she took Mr. Myles past the Gibb Street Garden, he indicated with his arm that he wanted her to stop and go back. Once there, he communicatd that he wished to enter the garden. Nora did not hesitate to take him there. His expression delivered the message that he was remembering his past by being in the garden. Nora was so sensitive to his wants and needs that she devised a plan for him to have his own part of the garden in a container, providing all that was needed.
I felt a rush of sentimentality, hearing of Mr. Myles’ experience and how Nora helped him to enjoy the garden. I’ve always loved gardening, as did my father. I appreciated what Nora had done for Mr. Myles. She had given him the gift of his past brought to his present. Although my father is older now, he still has little planters for flowers and such. I believe he receives the same enjoyment that Mr. Myles did.
To be surrounded by growing organisms cared for by humans and by Mother Nature is to be surrounded by magic. The magic of the Gibb garden was not just the plants growing, but the relationships growing among its gardeners. In my neighbourhood, we share items grown as well as advice about improving our bounty. My community has grown friendship in gardens, just like the one on Gibb Street.
Nora
Nora seems like a sensitive woman, in tune with how Mr. Myes is responding to the items and events experienced on their walks. When she took Mr. Myles past the Gibb Street Garden, he indicated with his arm that he wanted her to stop and go back. Once there, he communicatd that he wished to enter the garden. Nora did not hesitate to take him there. His expression delivered the message that he was remembering his past by being in the garden. Nora was so sensitive to his wants and needs that she devised a plan for him to have his own part of the garden in a container, providing all that was needed.
I felt a rush of sentimentality, hearing of Mr. Myles’ experience and how Nora helped him to enjoy the garden. I’ve always loved gardening, as did my father. I appreciated what Nora had done for Mr. Myles. She had given him the gift of his past brought to his present. Although my father is older now, he still has little planters for flowers and such. I believe he receives the same enjoyment that Mr. Myles did.
To be surrounded by growing organisms cared for by humans and by Mother Nature is to be surrounded by magic. The magic of the Gibb garden was not just the plants growing, but the relationships growing among its gardeners. In my neighbourhood, we share items grown as well as advice about improving our bounty. My community has grown friendship in gardens, just like the one on Gibb Street.