As a child, I hated the idea of helping in our garden. My dad however, was an avid gardener. He could grow just about anything: beautiful flowers, tasty fruits, vegetables and berries. There were two greenhouses in the yard, both built from scratch, using recycled materials and old glass windows. He installed a wood burning stove for use during the coldest months and to get an early start on seedlings in late winter. Giant compost piles graced one corner of the yard. Every spring and fall, he would spread it around and till it in. Then came the planting, tending the plants and lastly picking the fruits of his labor.
My garden, just like life is never static. Shrubs and a few small trees provide the main structure. Perennials, both hardy and tender, fill in the framework. Last fall, during one of my many trips to the garden center, I adopted around 60 (!) plants. Their blossoms past their prime and a bit scraggly looking from being in pots too long, I took many of them home. Most of them for as little as $1.00! There were echinacea, rudbeckia, foxgloves, salvias and more. After rehydrating them, they were put into the ground. Now, with the warm weather new growth is emerging from the ground. I’m excited!