Alice Walker lavishes praise on her mother, a poor sharecropper who labored in the fields all day and in their home at night. But she also put huge amounts of creative energy into her garden, which was so spectacular that people in the neighboring counties knew about her talents. Walker describes these gardens as “ambitious,” containing more than fifty plant varieties, with flowers that bloom over many months. She sees her mother’s arts as resembling “magic.” Friends would stop by to pick up cuttings and lavish praise on her; strangers driving by would stop and marvel at her achievements. But for Walker, the transformation that she goes through while gardening is most significant, even spiritual; it is then alone that her mother seems “radiant.”
I notice that it is only when my mother is working with her flowers that she is radiant, almost to the point of being invisible—except as Creator, hand and eye. She is involved in work her soul must have. . . . Her face, as she prepares the Art that is her gift, is a legacy of respect she leaves to me, for all that illuminates and cherishes life.
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