Saturday, May 7, 2011

My Garden

There are many things in my life that I'm passionate about. I enjoy my hobbies-keeping my hands busy. When I was growing up my parents always planted an incredibly large garden. We picked peas for hours! I recall hating that part. LOL! On the other hand I thoroughly enjoyed all the jars of green beans, peas, butter bean, pickles, etc that we had to eat all year long. One problem was that although I worked in the garden days on end, I never really learned what it took to raise a healthy garden. Therefore when I grew up, I had several gardens fail (not always totally). This year I decided to change things. I started out reading this magazine. That was a good first step. Then I decided that maybe what I needed to do was take baby steps-start with a tiny garden. It is really small! But, when I look at it I don't feel overwhelmed. I feel content. I can do this!

I'm happy to say I have lots of baby squash growing..

And some grape tomatoes...

I have dill, rosemary, onions, carrots, chives, garlic, lettuce and cucumbers (my dream is to make dill pickles!) . So far the bugs have stayed away, except for some nasty black grasshoppers. I found a tea to brew to keep them long gone.

I'm not just growing veges though. Emma and I started a small flower garden. We have a rose bush that was once just a cutting from my Granny's bush. It's moved three times now. Every year when it blooms I can just see my Granny. She was a wonderful gardener. One of the reasons I garden is to be more like her. She was (and still is) one of the most special people in my life.

What's funny about this lily is I know someone gave it to me...I just can't remember who! Isn't it beautiful?

Emma has 2 Gerber daisies of her own planted (one white and one pink). We have a bleeding heart that was a cutting from my great aunt, some pretty red petunias (my Granny's favorite), sunflowers that are really getting tall and of course lots of zinnias. Even on my worst days I can't help but smile and feel God's hand upon me when I walk and gaze at my garden.


Pomona said...

Thank you for visiting my blog and your lovely comment. My grandma and great grandmother were both great gardeners, so I think I garden in their memory, too.

Pomona x

Klancas said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog as well! Your garden looks glorious and I'm sure you can do it. Like you, I was raised pick, pick, picking produce from our family garden without ever really "getting" how to plant a big garden and keep it going. Now that the nest is empty, my parents garden on their porch (basic herbs and veggies) and still grow flowers in the yard and beyond. Three thousand plus miles from their rural village, I'm growing veggies on my urban balcony. Let's all send "good vibes" to each others' gardens. :-)