Me? A Gardener?

The unthinkable has happened. I planted a flower garden. Me. A real flower garden. It only took me til age 63 to accomplish this.

My grandmother was an avid gardener, with prize blossoms. My mother also gardened. But the bug never bit me.

Maybe it was those bugs that kept detouring me . . . or the dirt. I'm really not sure why I never leaned in that direction.

In the past years, with my digital camera, I've photographed flowers from some very lovely gardens. And I've grown attached to their beauty.

Last fall we took down a large tree, and it left a very ugly and barren plot of land (above). Somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind I heard the words, "plant a flower garden."

Wow did I take off! With good advice from my friend, Kathy, in a week's time I planned, bought and planted (with Jerry's help, and generous wallet!) a garden. I'm tickled. I can hardly wait to see the growth

We've planted flowers (rather Jerry planted them) here and there, but never a garden.

Those red chairs you see in the picture at left got a lot of use. We were out there before 7 each morning. And, yes, I got in the dirt! I planted at least half of the flowers and plants myself. Who would of believed? Carol's playing in the dirt. (Of course, I had gloves on.)

Spring has been long and beautiful this year. I hate to see it end soon, as we head into summer. But this year summer will bring me lovely blossoms from my own garden. It makes me smile.


You know, I've been seeing a lot of ugly, barren plots of land since I started. Better wait a week before I tell Jerry!

PS Being retired may have helped too!