See Carol's Garden Grow

It is still amazing to me that I'm now a gardener. I walk outside each morning and look at my gardens and smile. I can't believe that there are flowers growing in my garden! . (By the way, don't look at the weeds or the dead tree on the right. I haven't got to them yet.)

This is the third year for the gardens and the plants did everything themselves. All I had to do is watch. Now that's the kind of garden I like. (Yes the stone path needs help, but I'll get to it one day.)

My friend, Kathy, and my sister-in-law, Bobbie, patiently answered questions and gave advice. The designs I owe to Kathy. Some of the plants come from both Kathy and Bobbie. Boy did I go to the right people!

This container and hanging basket garden is new. It's always been a small, ugly area. I tried to do something with it last year, but it just didn't take. So after perusing gardening magazines I decided to make it into a container garden. It's full of annuals to bring color and a smile to that location.

This is the other end of the wildflower garden that I showed you in the previous post. There's three containers, the burning bush, two Rose of Sharon, a pink rose bush and another burning bush before the wild flowers actually begin. It's a long garden down the fence line in the back yard.

This happy little flower is a new plant I put in a hanging basket. It's called a Purslane.

And this is one of two small peony gardens. This spring I planted catmint and another plant I can't remember the name of to give the garden some color in the summertime.

Mr. Cardinal is still colorful even though he's not set in snow. He's at the bottom of the bird feeder picking seed off the ground. Last evening I saw a small bunny moving around in the garden.

After all the yard work was done, Abby and Jo relaxed with me on the sofa in the porch room. We enclosed the porch last spring and it is now a favorite spot!



While up in Hagerstown the other week we came upon this lovely home decorated with roses. I just had to get a snap!

If you're not a gardener, or never think you want to be, as you can see, minds change. I'm thrilled to have found the joy of gardening in my retirement years. Now, to the weeds!