I started a small flower garden in my yard, now I have a small yard in my flower garden!
My grandparents were gardeners and I have many wonderful memories of running in their gardens and picking beans, strawberries, tomatoes, and zinnias. I guess gardening was imprinted on my DNA by many generations of gardeners, my Grandma Mary told stories of her father working as a landscaper and my Grandpa Mike grew up working on his father's farm. There was a rock garden in our yard with sweet peas, lily-of-the-valley, peonies, bell flowers, and lilacs. These were all left over from a former gardener but enjoyed by our family, mom's favorites were the lilies-of-the-valley and peonies. The neighbors around us gardened and I would tag after them as they worked in their yards. I started bringing home house plants as a teenager and soon had my own jungle growing in my bedroom. The jungle followed me into marriage and when the young mother in the other half of our rental home suggest I help with her vegetable garden it sounded like fun. Digging my hands into the soil that first summer day I knew I was hooked. We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and marigolds. They grew and so did the weeds and it soon became apparent that working in the garden was more than a young mother who was pregnant could handle and I took over. That's were it started, that first garden in the summer of 1983.
My grandparents were gardeners and I have many wonderful memories of running in their gardens and picking beans, strawberries, tomatoes, and zinnias. I guess gardening was imprinted on my DNA by many generations of gardeners, my Grandma Mary told stories of her father working as a landscaper and my Grandpa Mike grew up working on his father's farm. There was a rock garden in our yard with sweet peas, lily-of-the-valley, peonies, bell flowers, and lilacs. These were all left over from a former gardener but enjoyed by our family, mom's favorites were the lilies-of-the-valley and peonies. The neighbors around us gardened and I would tag after them as they worked in their yards. I started bringing home house plants as a teenager and soon had my own jungle growing in my bedroom. The jungle followed me into marriage and when the young mother in the other half of our rental home suggest I help with her vegetable garden it sounded like fun. Digging my hands into the soil that first summer day I knew I was hooked. We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and marigolds. They grew and so did the weeds and it soon became apparent that working in the garden was more than a young mother who was pregnant could handle and I took over. That's were it started, that first garden in the summer of 1983.
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