If you are a gardener and live where there are four seasons, you're probably like me in February--itching to get your hands in dirt. Along about now I find myself longing for color. It helps if there is snow on the ground to cover all the brown, but after a while that doesn't even help. So this morning I found myself looking through my Photo Library where I collect the photos I've taken of my garden through the years. . . .
I planted my first garden when my youngest was two. He would be my last child and I knew that nurturing a garden would help me let go of my children as they grew up and left home. Over the last 26 years I've dug, and hauled, and planted, and weeded. I've enjoyed walking through others' gardens to get ideas and perusing garden centers for plants. Each year I look forward to Spring when the perennials begin to poke through the earth again. I'm eager to discover what has made it through the winter. Some do not survive, but this gives me an opportunity to start over.
Designing my garden beds is intuitional for me. This is the part of gardening I love the most. It allows me to express my own sense of beauty--putting textures and colors together. But, like life, gardening has it's struggles. Sometimes it can be disheartening when after a beautiful Spring, Summer brings heat and humidity to decimate my garden. Colors fade, leaves shrivel, then the bugs and powdery mildew have a field day!
This is why I take photos. They remind me, like memories, of the best part of gardening and give me hope for Springtime. . . .
I planted my first garden when my youngest was two. He would be my last child and I knew that nurturing a garden would help me let go of my children as they grew up and left home. Over the last 26 years I've dug, and hauled, and planted, and weeded. I've enjoyed walking through others' gardens to get ideas and perusing garden centers for plants. Each year I look forward to Spring when the perennials begin to poke through the earth again. I'm eager to discover what has made it through the winter. Some do not survive, but this gives me an opportunity to start over.
Designing my garden beds is intuitional for me. This is the part of gardening I love the most. It allows me to express my own sense of beauty--putting textures and colors together. But, like life, gardening has it's struggles. Sometimes it can be disheartening when after a beautiful Spring, Summer brings heat and humidity to decimate my garden. Colors fade, leaves shrivel, then the bugs and powdery mildew have a field day!
This is why I take photos. They remind me, like memories, of the best part of gardening and give me hope for Springtime. . . .
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Take Joy!