The floriferous front yard in early summer. |
I was raised by my grandparents, who also were born with the gardening bug. Yard duties were split in half, with the care and feeding of ornamentals in Grandma's domain (primarily roses, peonies, and bulbs with names like "glads", "jonquils", and "naked ladies"), while Grandpa took on the serious tasks of raising food for our family to eat and maintaining a vast green lawn to keep us respectable.
My task was to revel in it all: smelling flowers, inspecting spiders, grazing in the veggies, scolding neighborhood kids who trampled perennials or kicked balls into the shrubbery, and lamenting the lack of climbable trees in the vicinity.
Me and Gram, tending some roses. |
Yellow cosmos. I saved seed from some plants I found in Oaxaca. |
Front yard tomato jungle! |
I moved to a little house with a much bigger yard, which over the past five years I have stuffed with as many plants as possible, always restless to try something new and fabulous. What some designers call "a case of the onesies" I call a curated plant collection! I simply cannot stay out of the dirt.
I am constantly growing and exploring. I look forward to sharing and learning on this journey!
Still growing marigolds and cosmos...and lots of other lovely things! |
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