It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple
weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show
themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've
even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb,
bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait
for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings
from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of
When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my
dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds
grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do
anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always
got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been)
What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny
that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every
My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When
the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard
for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was
raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it.
So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It
drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years.
I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College
and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house,
and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway).
I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my
parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation
water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to
conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough).
Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I
didn't bore anybody ;-)
I garden because I enjoy the education that it provides me. A real gardener
learns from their failures to be a better gardener rather than giving up and
moving on to something else for a hobby. I'm also at that point in my
gardening life where my past failures have taught me enough that I can begin
to be a source of education for other gardeners, which I also enjoy.
There's also something very satisfying in the artistic creations of plant
combinations that I've designed. And, I learn to keep it humble when my
plonking something here and there because it was on sale and appealing also
turns out pretty great without a plan in the world. There's just something
very satisfying about growing green things and getting dirt under the nails.
It connects you to your forebearers in a visceral way that viewing old
photos never will. When you are growing a patch of your grandmother's ditch
lilies because she grew them and they were tough enough to take it and
survive, you think that maybe you too will be tough enough to take it and
survive like gramma did.
- posted on March 6, 2004, 7:10 pm
The frog are a wonderful bird
What a wonderful bird the frog are
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly;
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got almost.
- posted on March 7, 2004, 8:30 pm
Hi David, Love your post!
WHy do I garden???????????
I like to play God (haha only kidding)
I am a nurturer by nature. I have an instinctual green thumb........I love
nature........the four seasons in NY despite the cold bare winter.........it
keeps me grounded to remember what is important in life............the tree I
plant today is for tomorrow's wanderers.........
"Come into my garden, my flowers want to meet you!"